A House in the Var
A House in the Var
Plane-trees and alders and pines lean down at precipitous angle
from the scarp enveloping the village eastwards.
In summer their canopy makes the house as cool as a Roman villa
for dreamers on the balcony, in earshot of the river’s
gluttonous way with sucking-stones. Every year we come back
and every year a different light pours out.
Pickles ferment in jars sealed the previous summer,
and summer itself is a lavender smell folded in the sheets.
Children’s voices saraband around the corridors;
those younger selves straining to stay awake on the hammock
beneath the sugar-spill of the Milky Way
and the bats’ echo-guided drop raids on the river’s insect-life.
I could find a line on the phenomenology of the house
and how (according to Gaston Bachelard) dwelling-places dream us.
Here it might just be true, in this house in the Var
dredged up from a Royal Navy assault on Toulon harbour
and demanding occupancy. One more heroic flight
levels out with the wasp’s nest under the eaves and a view of tiles,
though this year we’re scraping salt from the pipes,
caulking the lime plaster cistern, where Jeremiahs have to swim.
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