The First of Things
Andrew Motion, 2 April 1981
“... side. Out you go. I flick the catch and scoop to the real air – lupins tall in the sun, and the may with its dense unruffled shadow. The shelter is almost hidden beyond – an angle of smooth cement, and grass crushed where the steps disappear. We shall finish tonight crouching shy and deformed in our painting clothes, whitewashing walls between bunks and ... ”