This comment doesn't help anything, but I'll make it: you were, are, and will remain among my most treasured poetic voices– the keenness of your observation, your capacious intelligence, the vigor of your imagery, the way you orchestrate your poems' components... I could go on. Yes, you change over time (a lot more than I, to my embarrassment) but the quality abides.
I love this, Fleda. The word "sheared," the lines "pencil- / thin woodpecker's tap," and "trailing long sentences. Sometimes..." Sydney Lea has said it so much better.
This comment doesn't help anything, but I'll make it: you were, are, and will remain among my most treasured poetic voices– the keenness of your observation, your capacious intelligence, the vigor of your imagery, the way you orchestrate your poems' components... I could go on. Yes, you change over time (a lot more than I, to my embarrassment) but the quality abides.
....so much happens when we aren't looking.....
I love this poem Fleda...a poem of presence...again, of course.
I love this, Fleda. The word "sheared," the lines "pencil- / thin woodpecker's tap," and "trailing long sentences. Sometimes..." Sydney Lea has said it so much better.