You are constantly on the precipice of reality or a dream. Beautiful poetic language.

'Love lies underneath it all though, the most surprising the death, the deeper the love, the tougher the life'

Re-reading On Beauty in prep for Swing Time in November 😊 found this gem on English winters page 27 - ....'there is a breed of Tuesday in January in which time creeps and no light comes and the air is full of water and nobody really loves anybody...' #zadiesmith #blackbritishwriters

All I can say is that to truly embody the emotion, humour and bravery of this collection you have to read it. #poetry