Just lovely! Kinda sideways, but it reminded me of my old Buick that I inherited when my grandfather passed away. No gloves, but little remnants of his pipe tobacco everywhere. Completely different sentiment, I know, but the poem still too me there while it was also bringing me along with the poet. I love it when reading poetry is like that!
I stumbled on the same line. For me, it's because it wasn't the same voice as what I'd perceived up to that point.
Gorgeous poem, though.
I am loving this activity for getting me to articulate why the poems that stick with me do stick with me, but I'm not experiencing any surprises in my personal preferences...yet.
Oh, I love this poem. Thank you for introducing me to it, and for your personal perspective. I relate to your under- or over-reacting. And to the poet's depiction of the latter.
It's so funny how lines can just pop out of something you are reading, and you think they are amazing, or somehow applicable to this time of your life.
I love how fiction can communicate across time, and space, and give us paths or answers. How it's so neatly woven into a story line.
It's also interesting to me how one line can mean so much to one person, and nothing at all to someone else.
Anyway - I'm reading a novel called A Seahorse Year.
I'm reading it on Scribd (which I LOVE by the way, except it doesn't play nice with my Kindle Fire).
I was touched by this line:
She has always preferred a life of casual accretion. In fact, she believes in it, almost as an ars poetica: What accretes naturally always turns out to be exactly what's needed. Painting should be like riding a bike with no hands, a mixture of velocity and trust.
I'm also struck by how much this tells about the character, Marina.
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