Author: Emily Carr

Space

Published: 1944
Written by Emily Carr
Categories: The House of All Sorts

Roof, walls, floor can pinch to hurting while they are homing you, or they can hug and enfold. Hurt enclosed is hurting doubled; to spread misery thins it. That is why pain is easier to endure out in the open. Space draws it from you. Enclosure squeezes it close.

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Brooding and Homing

Published: 1944
Written by Emily Carr
Categories: The House of All Sorts

House, I have gone to bed in your attic crying with smart and hurt as though I had been a hen under whose wing hornets had built their nest and stung me every time I quivered a feather. House, I have slept too in your attic, serene as…

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Old Attic

Published: 1944
Written by Emily Carr
Categories: The House of All Sorts

The attic was no older than the rest of the house. Yet, from the first to me it was very old, old in the sense of dearness, old as the baby you hug and call “dear old thing” is not old in years, but just in the way…

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