Impossibility
Robert Crawford, 18 September 1997
“... You are Margaret Oliphant Vous êtes Margaret Oliphant Sie sind Margaret Oliphant I love my home, its lares et penates Of broken shoe buckles, balls of green wool, Needles, its improvisatory architecture Feeding my work with interruptions, turns Snatched, forty-winked; stashed seed pearls in a dish Radiate homely, incarnational light Sometimes the green ... ”