O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.

 for Peter 10/20/2020:

“The leaves crisping at their edges. Here is a season Hamnet has not known or touched. Here is a world moving on without him.”

 

         Cy Twombly, Quattro Stagioni: Autunno 1993–5

 

It was like the moment when a bird decides not to eat from your hand, and flies, just before it flies, the moment the rivers seem to still and stop because a storm is coming, but there is no storm, as when a hundred starlings lift and bank together before they wheel and drop, very much like the moment, driving on bad ice, when it occurs to you your car could spin, just before it slowly begins to spin, like the moment just before you forgot what it was you were about to say, it was like that, and after that, it was still like that, only all the time.

Part of Eve's Discussion

Marie Howe

 Thomas Woolf, Look Homeward, Angel.

image: The Tate, Cy Twombly, Quattro Stagioni: Autunno 1993–5

― Maggie O'Farrell, Hamnet