Schumann String Quartet Nº 3, Op. 41 Nº 3 III. Adagio molto
Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and squares and the paths by the canal, absently sensing the lips of dampness through my worn soles, I carry proudly my ineffable happiness. The centuries will roll by, and schoolboys will yawn over the history of our upheavals: everything will pass, but my happiness, dear, my happiness will remain, in the moist reflection of a street lamp, in the cautious bend of stone steps that descend into the canal’s black waters, in the smiles of a dancing couple, in everything with which God so generously surrounds human loneliness.
Knole in Sevenoaks, Kent. The house Vita Sackville-West could not inherit because she was a woman. The original manuscript for ‘Orlando’ was inscribed ‘Vita from Virginia’ and presented by Woolf to Vita. It is on display in the Great Hall. And yes, I cried a wee bit when I beheld it in 2004.
And it was at that age … Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night, …