It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.
Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
Like most uneducated Englishwomen, I like reading--I like reading books in the bulk.
What is meant by 'reality'? It would seem something very erratic, very undependable-now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now in a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying...
Therefore I would ask you to write all kinds of books, hesitating at no subject however trivial or however vast. By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past...
So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.
