Not yet September and already the garden is strewn with fallen leaves. It has not been quite the summer I had envisioned (long hours reading poetry in the partial shade, sipping chilled chardonnay, listening to water drip endlessly from stone into pool). Too many demands on my time: I work two jobs, seven days a [...]
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The gardener poet: Vita Sackville-West
Posted in Edward Thomas, Ezra Pound, farming, Georgian poets, georgics, Pastoral, Robert Frost, T.S. Eliot, Thomas Hardy, Vita Sackville-West, World War I on August 24, 2010 | 1 Comment »
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