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Visiting Jane Austen Chawton, Hants By Phyllis Henry-Jordan
I must visit Jane Austen in her family
home at Chawton. Would she mind the world
strutting in her garden in this busy, brazen
present? Her bedroom is simple, no silk
and golden baldachino, just her place to
rest in the grace of the world. Her crypt
at Winchester, visited by those without
the daily bread of faith, who trample
the Spiritus Mundi, and mostly spend their
Sundays with the dervishes of Sufi
and the angels of Chagall. Her spinet and
desk, revenant forms, settle on the mind
as quietly as the butterfly; far from the
grimy hectoring of modern art, apart from
the pandering and above the proselytizing,
this artist of perfect pitch and form,
shaped her world in perfect sentences; a
strange bright fruit of art and knowledge,
beautiful as the bandaged legs of stallions,
rich as the holds of Spanish galleons.
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