Here's a mystery quote from one of my favourite poets:
"...She sat silent in her father's house,
learning Swahili from a book with pages fragile as onion skins
and making her trousseau in scandalous coral-coloured silk...
...The day we buried her the sky drooped
with a cloud, low and soft as a goose belly.
In each clod of earth that fell on her coffin
I could hear the popping stab
of a needle pushing into silk
held taut between determined fingers."
I'll be back later on this week to reveal their identity. In the meantime, any guesses...?!
Inhabit the Brief Halt by Béatrice Douvre, Translated from the French and
introduced by John Taylor, Bitter Oleander Press, 2025, ISBN:
979-8-9908228-1-8, ...
Dear Matthew
ReplyDeleteI would guess that it's a female poet who has lost a loved relative. Am I close?
Best wishes from Simon R. Gladdish
See my next post...;-)
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