14th January 2007
A year ago today I started PAST IMPERFECT with a great deal of trepidation. Thank you for your interest, help and encouragement which has made the journey so far, a pleasure, and I hope to carry on until I’m done.
Say what you will, and scratch my heart to find
The roots of last year’s roses in my breast;
I am as surely riper in my mind
As if the fruit stood in the stalls confessed.
Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you will.
Call me in all things what I was before,
A flutterer in the wind, a woman still;
I tell you I am what I was and more.
My branches weigh me down, frost cleans the air,
My sky is black with small birds bearing south;
Say what you will, confuse me with fine care,
Put by my word as but an April truth-
Autumn is no less on me that a rose
Hugs the brown bough and sighs before it goes.
Edna St Vincent Millay