March 2020 The day I saw Mary at Euston it was only a glimpse as if she had turned her gaze our way just for a moment and sent her form to appear oh so briefly a few feet ahead of the ticket barriers. I expect she was there for someone else. Kind and calm and just a trifle impatient (who wasn’t, in rush hour?) and transparent, so that through her I saw all the rest of us, hurrying.
Victoria Moul is a poet, scholar and translator currently living in Paris. Her poems and verse translations have recently appeared in The Dark Horse, Modern Poetry in Translation, bad lilies and the anthology Outer Space: 100 Poems (Cambridge, 2022).