Daily Archives: October 20, 2015

Beechwoods At Knole – Victoria Sackville West

How do I love you, beech-trees, in the autumn,  Your stone-grey columns a cathedral nave  Processional above the earth’s brown glory!  I was a child, and I loved the knurly tangle  Of roots that coiled above a scarp like serpents,  … Continue reading

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Bee Master – Victoria Sackville West

I have known honey from the Syrian hills  Stored in cool jars; the wild acacia there  On the rough terrace where the locust shrills  Tosses her spindrift on the ringing air.  Narcissus bares his nectarous perianth  In white and golden … Continue reading

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Tuscany – Victoria Sackville West

  Cisterns and stones; the fig-tree in the wall  Casts down her shadow, ashen as her boughs,  Across the road, across the thick white dust.  Down from the hill the slow white oxen crawl,  Dragging the purple waggon heaped with … Continue reading

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Bitterness – Victoria Sackville West

Yes, they were kind exceedingly; most mild  Even in indignation, taking by the hand  One that obeyed them mutely, as a child  Submissive to a law he does not understand.  They would not blame the sins his passion wrought.  No, … Continue reading

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