My face catches the wind
from the snow line
and flushes with a flush
that will never wholly settle.
Well, that was a metropolitan vanity,
wanting to look young forever, to pass.
I was never a pre-Raphaelite beauty
and only pretty enough to be seen
with a man who wanted to be seen
with a passable woman.
But now that I am in love
with a place that doesn't care
how I look and if I am happy,
happy is how I look and that's all.
My hair will grow grey in any case,
my nails chip and flake,
my waist thicken, and the years
work all their usual changes.
If my face is to be weather beaten as well,
it's little enough lost
for a year among the lakes and vales
where simply to look out my window
at the high pass
makes me indifferent to mirrors
and to what my soul may wear
over its new complexion.
Fleur Adcock
  
   
  
   
   
 
Congrats on the new book ! What a memory for it to come at” the moment”! A wonderful president will inspire much creativity in
all forms of art.
always love your wwork and comments keep it up its inspirational cant wait for the book
mimi
Oh, I love this. I haven’t seen it before. It creates such a beautiful space doesn’t it.
Love, love, love this one! Thank you 🙂
I image you standing in the living room of your new home… reading this one aloud.
xo!
oh yes – I love this one…
Fleur indeed
xox – eb.