I had not realised how long it had been since I promised more from Mary Webb, until I began re-reading her official biography, ‘Mary Webb: her life and work’ by Thomas Moult, Jonathan Cape, 1935. These lines from pp23; 25-26 set me looking at her poetry again. What treat can I find for tomorrow?
One of her brothers remembers how in girlhood she would go out early in the morning and sit in the grass ad watch the wild flowers open. She would watch them at evening, too, seeing them close. he remembers also how she ‘lay for hours and hours, just gazing at the wheat field, as the wind ran across it.’
[Mary Webb] eventually praised it all so proudly and gratefully in her prose and verse.
‘Long, long ago I thought on all these things,
Long, long ago I loved them.’
Lord, give us eyes to see your world, and the grace to love and nurture it. Amen.
The picture shows barley rather than wheat, but the monochrome brings out the dancing, like tango partners en masse!