Magazine article The Spectator

The Hope

Magazine article The Spectator

The Hope

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The hope was that we wouldn't already be too late in setting the weight of a wooden mold-board against the layer of straw where the past continues to gnaw into the future and thereby securing our hoard as readily as we might have restored something of what had shored us up at Easter-time, whatever urge would announce itself as we watched the horse-drawn lime-spreader flounce its petticoats of lime in anticipation of this deadening rime, whatever drove us to climb the five-barred gate to find an old bleach-green booth where we lay like a pair for whom the following morning is a tomb from which the stone has been moved away.

The hope then was that the horseplay of your dapple gray and my bay might somehow dull whatever urge had brought us to the verge, might somehow announce a lull from your declaring the present null and void and my tendency to mull over the here and now and only the here and now, your gnawing at the husk as daylight itself gnawed into dusk while I furrowed my brow against the mold-board of the plough and the layers of whin-thatch and willow-bough holding sway as the steam would so resolutely hold sway over the team of my bay and your dapple gray. …

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