M&D - Chapter 21 - Rebekha, absconded

[Elisabeth Romberg]

Love it. Really like the way you introduce it as well: the title, place, year and dedication, together with the quote. Read it last night and found it very emotional. Again today: a crisp spring day, yellow bush in flower outside window, and bright blue sky, to the same effect. Bittersweet, that the word? 

I am carrying on M&D, it’s really sucked me in. I was looking at other books to start reading, but none could stand up to M&D. Your text has that feeling of infinite openness and sadness at the same time, like the book. Really sad, but in a good way, if you know what I mean. Anyway my words don’t do it justice, I’m embarrassing myself again. Just wanted to say thanks for sharing and that I love it.


> 16. apr. 2015 kl. 22.42 skrev rich <richard.romeo at gmail.com>:
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> something I've been working on for some time
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> Road leading to a churchyard in Sapperton
> (Gloucestershire, 1997)
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> for Charles Mason
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> HW Robinson:  Lately Librarian of the Royal Society of London: 'The view from the churchyard at Sapperton is quite one of the most lovely in Gloucestershire and Rebecca certainly had a charming spot in which to be laid at rest"
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> The road leading to the church under grey canopy
> and rain clasping trees
> entangled; centuries unchanged
> This fall day. In army morning cloak wandering 
> looking for your grave 
> 1759
> 
> after your marriage vows
> and ascent; his February desire
> suddenly a sky bed of butterfly yellow-breasts
>  leaves at your feet the light made fleet
> riding summers together in the golden fields
> you wouldn't find again--and yet
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> some measure of heaven's light
> placed you here 
> your able morn in dark shade expired
> hundreds of sprung bodies
> painting the English sky;
> riding the wind
> breathing in your silent kingdom's air
> breathing out song
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> On Wed, Apr 15, 2015 at 5:29 AM, Elisabeth Romberg <eromberg at mac.com <mailto:eromberg at mac.com>> wrote:
> Cheers for this. Sounds so beautiful.
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>> 13. apr. 2015 kl. 00.57 skrev rich <richard.romeo at gmail.com <mailto:richard.romeo at gmail.com>>:
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>> I happen to visit the church where the Masons were married and where Rebekah is buried, in Sapperton. it is a very moving place. the road to the church had a canopy of yellow trees that as you entered from a grey sky turned the heavens the color of bright canaries. i'll never forget that. never did find her grave. nor did i find his in Philadelphia, at Christ Church, either
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>> rich
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>> On Sun, Apr 12, 2015 at 3:37 PM, Elisabeth Romberg <eromberg at mac.com <mailto:eromberg at mac.com>> wrote:
>> p. 211
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>> Mason imagines Rebekha fluttering upwards from the little patch in front of the gravestone. It is a picturesque image, and sort of pastoral.
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