Poem: ‘Lost Drawing’
Ruth Fainlight, 17 July 1980
Bare winter trees in silhouette against a clear cold turquoise sky just after sunset: during the war, at my aunt’s house in Virginia, I tried to draw them – trees like these in England which she never saw – and now, trees in my garden make me feel the first true pang of grief since her death.
Between the wash-tubs and storecupboards filled with pickled peaches and grape-jam,...