On tubers stored in a better season,
Our honey and heaven;
Only our love can store such food.
Is this to make a god of absence?
A new-born monster to steal our sustenance?
(from At Parting )
Thank you, Rosemary and your wonderful blog "Where Five Valleys Meet"!
You quote a line from one of Anne Ridler's poems, so I asked you who the poet was - and thus found a treasure! Born in London 1912 Ridler worked as a journalist and then at Faber and Faber. She was encouraged by T.S.Eliot when he saw her poems. Very late in her life, in 1995, she released Collected Poems - and was made an OBE in June of 2001, just a few months before her death.
(All these pearls of wisdom I found on "allpoetry.com", and this part of her poem too.)
And before you tell me: I know that tulips have bulbs, not tubers :-)
My dear bloggerfriends: We will not let a new-born monster , Co-vid 19, steal our sustenance!