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It was his sayings one remembered.

Updated on July 24, 2011

It was his sayings one remembered.

Like the kiss of a wave—

chill and sharp,

and yet solemn.

He could be intolerable, he could be impossible;

but adorable to walk with

on a morning like this.

Everywhere there was a beating,

a stirring of galloping ponies,

wrapped up

in the soft mesh

of the grey-blue morning air,

a flight of gulls across the sky

in this extraordinary silence,

and peace;

and in this purity bells struck,

the sound


up there among the gulls.

But it was plain enough, this beauty,

and tears filled his eyes

as he looked at her.

She seemed all light,


like some bird that has flown in,

and attached itself,

for a moment,

to a bramble.

There was a touch of the jay

about her eyes;

blue-green, light, vivacious,

never seeing him,


in the melting sky,

bestowing upon him their inexhaustible charity

and laughing goodness,

signaling their intention to provide him,

for nothing,

for ever,

with beauty, more beauty,

as she turned her head from side to side

among the irises and roses,

eyes half-closed

snuffing in the delicious scent,

the exquisite coolness,

which rose—like a moon—

hanging above them.

And then, opening her eyes,

her look,

passing through all that time

and emotion,

reached him doubtfully,

settled on him tearfully,

and rose and fluttered away

as a bird touches a branch

and rises and flutters away.

As they looked, the whole world

became perfectly


mystery had brushed them with her wing;

and now, when millions of things

had utterly vanished, she remembered –

how strange it was –

a few sayings of his about cabbages.

Adapted from Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway

by Noelle Chandler


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      Alexander Thandi Ubani 6 years ago from Lagos

      Love leave behind traces of joy, laughter, sadness and hope. What we get, we take with heartfelt appreciation and joy. Thanks for sharing your experience. Great poem