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.
Saturday, 15 May 2010
Day 1: Opening the Door (1 May 2010)
Their gate is open, their door is unlocked.
I can dust their table and sweep their floors and lift down their tea-cups. I can look at the changing colours of the same sea when I stand at their windows.