Saturday, 12 January 2019

Elizabeth Robinson : part five

When you require renewal, is there a particular poem or book that you return to? A particular author?

In moments of duress, I have been known to recite parts of the prologue of the Canterbury Tales to myself.  There is something so sensuous, but also reassuring in the song of spring’s arrival.  For me, especially this moment: “and bathed every veyne in swich  licour.”  As though water to the dry root were both nourishment and intoxicant.

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