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A baby writes:
I’ve just flown in from LA for my baptism next Sunday. It’s a long way to come so please join me for this mysterious rite which, frankly, means a lot more to my mum than to me. But maybe in the years to come it will grow in significance. That nice Dr Ralston is putting on lovely music by Mozart and Stanford and ‘Old Grumps’ (surely ‘Gramps’, Ed.) is trying to think of something fresh to say about the meaning of life. I just hope I don’t drown.
Lots of squawking noises,
Orla
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| | Services this Week
Tuesdays & Thursdays
12.15pm Lunchtime Eucharist
Sunday 21st June Trinity 4
10.30am Choral Eucharist & Baptism of Orla
Address by Canon Brian Mountford
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Forthcoming Events
TONIGHT: In Numbers Poetry Series - 7pm Poetry Workshop: Spire
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Forthcoming Concerts The Zeitgeist Chamber Orchestra, Friday 20th June, 7.30pm Mozart -Requiem & Brahms - Symphony no 1 Tickets £10/5 Reserve contact zcoox@hotmail.co.uk or on the door.
Oxford Sinfonia, Saturday 27th June, 8pm Mozart, Stravinsky, Schubert Tickets: £15/£12 from Oxford Playhouse or on the door.
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| The Vaults and Gardens Cafe are looking for staff over the summer period, aged 17 and over. Please contact Natasha Cirou at events@thevaultsandgarden.com. |
| | | Poetry corner Svmer is icumen in
Lhude sing cuccu
Groweþ sed
and bloweþ med
and springþ þe wde nu
Sing cuccu
(Summer has come in:
Loudly sing cuckoo!
Groweth seed
And bloometh mead
And springeth the wood new:
Sing cuckoo!)
‘Sumer is icumen in’ is the oldest recorded composition featuring 6-part polyphony; the singers perform the song in round, each overlapping and turning the circle of the lyrics and melody. It dates from the mid-13th century, round about the time that St Mary’s first began to be used as the University Church. The rhyme is neatly enfolded within the lines: the “oo” of “svmer” and “icumen” is repeated in “lhude”, “cuccu” and “nu”, itself like an echoing cuckoo’s call. There are then the internal rhymes in the lines “Groweþ sed / and bloweþ med”, quick and playful. Reading and hearing poems like these, it is easy to feel a shared delight, across the centuries, in the season’s loveliness.
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