Vita

She may have been buried in time 
But her poetry brings her to life
As we listen, intent of finding her
In the lines read from the folder,
And we hear what she saw as the seasons pass,
The mind creating our own picture of what is seen,
While she gazes down satisfied,
Brought to life in the big room 
Of her beloved library,
Surrounded by volumes of her creations,
Smiling and pleased that her final line ends
Not buried in time
But with another smile 
Returned with understanding. 
 
Sissinghurst,
May 2025
 
On listening to National Trust volunteer, Sue Lowen.  reading some of Vita Sackvile-West’s poetry