poem of the week: music i heard with you

So, here we are, April (the cruellest month? but there's Doctor Who in it!), which means that I ought to stop being a lazy git and get up my poem of the week thingummy again and stick with it. With no further preface, I give you this simple, lovely, melancholy poem by Conrad Aiken, the first two lines of which Hugh Franklin used to propose to Madeleine L'Engle (aww!).

( these things do not remember you, beloved )

In other news, Doctor Who is still made of awesome, and our hospital's got a little shop.