“Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain- beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering.” MindI CanEyeFacesSkyClothesRainStonesBlueDepthAncientDisappearAll TimeSilverPaleBeatenUnsatisfiedHoveringHelm Book:Later Poems Source: Later Poems
“For years I was an undiagnosed anorexic, suffering from a little-known variant of the disease, where, freakishly, the appetite turns in on itself and demands more and more food, forcing the sufferer to gain several stones in weight and wear men's V-necked pullovers. My condition has stabilised now, but I can never stray too far from cocoa-based products and I keep a small cracknel-type candy in my brassiere at all times. Fortunately, I wear a 'D' cup so there is plenty of room for sweetmeats.” MenYearsLittlesI CanSufferingTurnsRoomsKnownConditionsProductsTypeDemandDiseaseGainsStonesWeightAll TimeCupsPlentyAppetiteCandySufferersAnorexicsCocoa Author:Victoria Wood