Poem – Anna Jackson

An extract from Dear Tombs, Dear Horizons Remembering the Villa Isola Bella, Katherine Mansfield wrote of the warm stone on the terrace, leaning against the warm walls, the heat at her back, the furry bees in the air, and the cold feelings between her and John Middleton Murry, after all the letters they had sent back and forth, all the yearning for his presence, and then, in his presence, absence. * At the Villa Isola Bella, my favourite place is the doorstep, the corner where a spider grooms itself on the mottled buttery yellow stone, beside the eggshell blue door

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