Some doors open on a thickly-peopled air Of moving shadows, those whose lives, long gone, Were spent there.... Some on a waiting silence - of expectancy For those to come; some to the musty smell Of mere desuetude; and some in constancy To the long loving years of sweet content In which the light of sun and moon have blent In lasting light that bids all dark farewell - Of such will this room tell.
Mary Stella Edwards, 1962.
Wednesday, 12 May 2010
Day 4: Judith Ackland Reading (4 May 2010)
Spent all this bright day down on the beach. Am filled with the never-ending sound of the rolling waves.