Edith Margaret Garrud

Once, a long time ago - years, though how many I know not - I came across a book in a library, entitled A Sundial in a Grave. I don't remember if I read it and liked it, or read it and disliked it, or if I did not read it at all. But that title has just come back to me, and I think that I shall have to find that book again, just for the dark poetry of that title.



"Do you always trust your first initial feeling / Special knowledge, holds true bears believing / I turned around and the water was closing all around / Like a glove, like the love that had finally, finally found me..."