For National Poetry Month, I will be writing poems inspired by entries in Virginia Woolf’s Diary Volume Three: 1925-1930. For more ideas for designing an April writing or creativity challenge for yourself, see my post, Looking for an April Creativity Challenge?.
I am still working through VW’s very rich entry from Wednesday 8 April 1925. She and her husband have just returned from a vacation to Cassis in southern France:
I am waiting to see what form of itself Cassis will finally cast up in my mind. There are the rocks. We used to go out after breakfast & sit on the rocks, with the sun on us. L. used to sit without a hat, writing on his knee.
Day #2: There Are the Rocks
In New England, tending the land means tending stone.
The earth yields a bumper crop each spring,
The easy fields of fall once again rock full.
Granite floats, someone told me.
I tried to reconcile that massive heft
With cork, with apples bobbing in water.
Winter earth, placid and still,
Underneath, a turmoil of movement,
Invisibly heaving stone to surface.