We each inhabit a universe that no one else can fully enter. Poetry reminds us that although those universes never become one, they can overlap in moments of extraordinary understanding.

After a serious illness, I found myself understanding D. H. Lawrence's poem Blank in a way I never had before. Sometimes recovery is not dramatic. Sometimes it begins with a small nudge from within.

Poetry does not explain the universe. But every now and then, it makes me suspect that words are woven more deeply into its fabric than we usually imagine.

To see a World in a Grain of Sand / And a Heaven in a Wild Flower / Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand / And Eternity in an hour

Perhaps the mistake is believing that the life we want exists somewhere in the future. Sometimes contentment arrives when we finally recognise what is already here.

Poets were the pop stars of their day, yet without radio or recordings, their music could only travel through books, newspapers, magazines, and the occasional live voice; V2Melody simply gives those timeless words the melodies they always deserved, opening the garden gate to a new audience that already loves song.

A sudden illness interrupted everything, sharpening my sense of what deserves time, patience, and care.