every so often when doing this

the most bizarre coincidences occur

so, you all know I have one of those things that people have for 1950s fabric. . . so the lovely and thoughtful dinahmow sent me this link. . . which shows these fabrics: remember that image on the top left? why! we were looking at it just the other day. . . (with regard to Jacqueline Groag) (you were paying attention that day, weren't you?) (yes, you!)

and then yesterday, when I was researching Kathleen Raine, I notice an interesting link in the obituaries column, informing me that Lucienne Day has died. . . and she created the fabric on the top right of the image above. . . and these:and this:

Lucienne Day inspecting Aspects of the Sun, 1991
installation for the John Lewis department store at Kingston upon Thames

(which is really really really really strange, because I sat in the John Lewis cafe at Kingston many a time in my penultimate life, wondering about that piece); and her fabrics were used for a book cover too (which was one of the weird things I discovered about Jacqueline Groag, if you'll recall):

and Lucienne grew up in Croydon, as I did (not usually something I'd confess to, but for the purposes of today I shall - but I expect you to immediately forget about that fact) and then of course we musn't forget that Hepworth also created work for John Lewis. . .

so let's just leave coincidence aside for a moment and look again at some of the beautiful words of Raine. . .
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Confessions

Wanting to know all
I overlooked each particle
Containing the whole
Unknowable.

Intent on one great love, perfect,
Requited and for ever,
I missed love's everywhere
Small presence, thousand-guised.

And lifelong have been reading
Book after book, searching
For wisdom, but bringing
Only my own understanding.

Forgive me, forgiver,
Whether you be infinite omniscient
Or some unnoticed other
My existence has hurt.

Being what I am
What could I do but wrong?
Yet love can bring
To heart healing
To chaos meaning