You chose three beautiful poems of comfort and solace. I don't believe I've ever written anything as soothing. But then I'm not prone to giving comfort that is usually transient and fleeting. I believe poetry is hard labor and that labor can produce lasting release that amounts to a change or transformation of conciousness. I feel l'm living a life sentebce and the words must be clear, clean, cogent and credible. I believe that I cannot lie about my state of mind. Even poems that cry for help can be acts of mercy and bring, via mind-to-mind transfer, correlative clemency. Here's one such poem, "Two," by Robert Creeley"
A fantastic poem by Creeley, what a master he was! Still can't believe he came and talked to my poetry class in college—it almost doesn't seem real. You're right: His poems provide a different kind of comfort.
Thank you, dear birthday twin. I needed your words and the poems you chose.
I am so glad these gave you a wee lift, birthday twin!
You chose three beautiful poems of comfort and solace. I don't believe I've ever written anything as soothing. But then I'm not prone to giving comfort that is usually transient and fleeting. I believe poetry is hard labor and that labor can produce lasting release that amounts to a change or transformation of conciousness. I feel l'm living a life sentebce and the words must be clear, clean, cogent and credible. I believe that I cannot lie about my state of mind. Even poems that cry for help can be acts of mercy and bring, via mind-to-mind transfer, correlative clemency. Here's one such poem, "Two," by Robert Creeley"
When they were
first made, all the
earth mist have
been their reflected
bodies, fot a moment--
a flood of seeming
bent for a moment back
to the water's glimmering--
how lovely they came.
A fantastic poem by Creeley, what a master he was! Still can't believe he came and talked to my poetry class in college—it almost doesn't seem real. You're right: His poems provide a different kind of comfort.