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The images above are of a gift received through the post from a fellow wordpress blogger Lestaret who made everything by hand at his home workshop. The small book entitled Silence is one of only two in existence and is beautifully crafted. The hand bound book is inspired by the poem Silence (reproduced below) by Thomas Hood (1799 – 1845)
My thanks to Chris at Lestaret for his kindness, generosity and for introducing me to the poetry of Thomas Hood
Please check out the blog of Lestaret HERE and keep an eye out for the launch of his new shop “The Department of Something Else” where you will find many wonders of patent curiology!
There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea,
Or in the wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox, or wild hyena, calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan,
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.