So We’ll Go No More A Roving

Post written by FJ Doucet, BPS President

Friends, Romans, Countrymen (in the words of Shakespeare’s Marc Antony), lend me your ears:

For its fortunate members, Brooklin Poetry Society has been a guiding presence in our writing lives. Most certainly, the society has helped me personally in discovering the ins and outs of the writing process–not only craft, but how to submit to a magazine, what is common practise “in the field,” and how to network, critique, and make friends of fellow writers.

Yet how many things have changed for us all, these past two years. The world has moved on from the one we knew and, so too, has the world moved our poets onwards to new opportunities, new projects, new ambitions. Only before we turn the page, we extend our greatest thanks to everyone who ever supported us in BPS: all of our fellow writers and creatives, as well as the City of Whitby grants that allowed us to maintain a professional WordPress subscription.

Let it not be said that we left the society or that it left us, rather that it passed, as all things must pass.

And every passing is a kind of death. So the poets write of this, too.

“So We’ll Go No More a Roving”

by Lord Byron

Though the night was made for loving,

   And the day returns too soon,

Yet we’ll go no more a roving

   By the light of the moon.