Once upon a time I carried out a project for the (then) Welsh Academy, called "Poems in Public Places". I chose them, sought permissions, copied and enlarged them, trailed around the area locating them and kept duplicates as back-up. I have a folder of laminated A3 copies and I prop one at random in my window from time to time.
My house has no pavement (sidewalk) between the front door and the road and people often sneak a peek in, getting all embarrassed when I catch their eye and wave. My window was one of the original locations and this was the piece I chose for it (and for the curious). It's from a poem called Truly Great by W H Davies and the solicitors managing his estate waived payment, saying that WHD would have loved the idea.
MY walls outside must have some flowers,
My walls within must have some books;
A house that’s small; a garden large,
And in it leafy nooks:
A little gold that’s sure each week;
That comes not from my living kind,
But from a dead man in his grave,
Who cannot change his mind...
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Last edited by Ann Drysdale; 11-17-2016 at 03:31 AM.
Reason: Needed to clarify that I now use many different poems, not just the one I quote.
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