On Canberra buses in the 90s they had poems displayed, maybe they still do. It really made the journey so enjoyable. One poem I remember was called ‘Postage Stamp’, written by William Hart-Smith. This poem is such good advice for someone going through a separation.
If you should ever have to part from someone dear,
tear yourself away.
Be sure the tear is where the perforations are.
Please, please do not ever recklessly sever,
shear yourself from some one other
so that their stamp is torn
and you have part of their living,
bleeding flesh at your side worn.
From Selected Poems 1936-84 Angus and Robertson
I agree! I guess at the time I read that poem I had separated from my second husband… So it was particularly pertinent. Now you have the words, you’ll be more careful to stick to the perforations ? I hope so.
Perhaps you’ll be lucky like me to find the right partner, even better! 🙂
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I remember this poem from the buses! Thanks for posting it here, I was looking for it.
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Thanks TechHeadFred for sharing this. Do they still have poems on the buses in Canberra?
It is such a wonderful idea.
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I honestly don’t know, as I haven’t caught buses regularly in about 10 years. They weren’t doing the “Poetry in ACTION” thing any more by that stage.
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Thanks for the update. When I visit Canberra I don’t use the bus anymore either. Pity they stopped using the poems.
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It was somewhat inspiring in my youth. Canberra used to be more obviously artistic back then.
I honestly can’t say I haven’t made the mistake in this poem many times over though!
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Yes, Joanne, that poem is powerful. Having poetry about us more would be so much healthier and thought provoking than advertisements.
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The Angus and Robertson poem is blindingly true. I used to work as an experimental psychologist. We’d do all sorts of (mostly technical) tests on fit, healthy people. After the tests, in the quiet of what was often a soundproof room, I would explain what bit of memory or vision we had been researching. Then, so often, they would tell me about something really difficult in their lives. In most cases you would never have known they had a care in the world. I remember this whenever I am foolish enough to think this or that person has it easy.
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Lovely to hear from you Hilary. This poem really moved me at the time and still does.
It’s interesting to hear of your experience, so many hidden broken lives out there!
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Ouch – that is very powerful imagery. I might be reading more into this than intended, but I think it helps explain why some people are able to move on while others seemed burdened by the past.
I too love the idea of poems incorporated into places where people have to simply sit and wait, like on buses. It’s so much more uplifting than the ubiquitous ads plastered everywhere.
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:-). 🙂
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I’ve done that a few times I must confess…
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Sistasetraline, I thought this one might catch you attention. Remember those perforations are there for a purpose! 🙂
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I’ll try! 😉
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What a wonderful poem… and what an amazing concept – art on buses!! I wonder if it’s something other communities have done?
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Glad you like the poem Maggie. I haven’t seen it done anywhere else, but it is a terrific idea, p’raps you could introduce it to your buses.
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Reblogged this on Seeking My Lost Voice and commented:
Not my usual kind of re-blog or post. But it was too good to pass on. From Barbara Pyett’s blog. Enjoy. 🙂
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and I came here from wordsgood’s reblog and whew – give it two thumbs up – and it is one of the best poems I have read in a while – so profound and spot on – thanks Pyett and thanks wordsgood- 🙂
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Thank you Y.Prior, your comment is greatly appreciated and I’m thrilled you liked the poem.
Barbara
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well I also think we do not talk enough about partings – but many times they are needed – many times they are just the right thing for health or life – and of course there are times when partings may be forced – but either way – this captured the beautiful way pieces of someone can remain “at your side worn” – and there is likely so much more that I cannot articulate (or even see!)- and now I wonder what other rich poems you have lurking in that scrapbook….
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Thank you so much for your welcome comment. I agree with you, there’s so much I could say. you have prompted me to take another look in my scrap book…. Thank you! 🙂
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You’re welcome, but all the credit should go to Barbara Pyett. All I did was reblog! 🙂
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Hope you don’t mind, but I’m stealing this for a re-blog. 🙂
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So pleased you enjoyed this poem enough to reblog. 🙂
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I have a scrap book that I was adding another poem from a funeral service, and there it was!
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Gosh ! – what made that come back to mind ? No matter; it’s a wonderful concept …
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