A memory, for J.........
The garden of the Villa d'Este
is where I was alone the best.
Greenness by stone steps in the sun,
parades of gremlins in the rain,
and crowwds of statues, dark leaves, stone,
water, outward and upwards thrown,
combined to set a garden-star
that stayed with me till Callander,
where, wet with torrents from the Craigs (pr.crags)
herbage ex[ande while verbiage lags,
and sgowered petals link their songs
with choreography of stones.
Sally Evans
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