TO GEOFFREY HOLDSWORTH
Reading edition
“What is love of one’s land?... I don’t know very well. It is something that sleeps for a year, for a day, For a month, something that keeps Very hidden and quiet and still, And then takes The quiet heart like a wave, The quiet brain like a spell, The quiet will Like a tornado, and that shakes The whole being and soul ... Aye, the whole of the soul.” Ford Madox Hueffer