excerpt from 'The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner' pp. 346 (62 words)
excerpt from 'The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner' pp. 346 (62 words)
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I spent the morning sorting her poems. Afterwards, I went downstairs feeling very cold and translated. And then she gave me an assurance of my death, as I listened to the last variation of op. 109: the gathering ripples coldly pusling round me, like wading into the sea, swelling, rising, encompassing, irresistable; and the theme emerging, bare & naked, standing on the yonder shore. |
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