Along the coast road from Saltdean to Brighton. My 500th post so this seems like a good choice.
Thanks to Simon for the following –
Salvatore Quasimodo
(1901-68)
And Suddenly It’s Evening
(trans. from Italian by Jack Bevan)
Each of us is alone on the heart of the earth
pierced by a ray of sun:
and suddenly it’s evening.
A little boy looks into a dry stone wall and imagines who might inhabit it. Poem with illustrations. A6 softback (postcard size) 24 pages.
Words and illustrations by Ann Perrin
Produced by The Dry Stone Walling Education Project
Ann’s poetry covers the big topics of love and death with originality. Take for instance the title poem which is full of surprises yet also wonderfully poignant.
Ann Perrin 