tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post2436471425912371747..comments2023-05-14T02:13:31.056-07:00Comments on ein klage-himmel: the memory of winter treesJames Owenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-9126732623833709092012-06-28T08:08:44.924-07:002012-06-28T08:08:44.924-07:00Ruth: i am grateful that your silence is not comp...<b>Ruth:</b> i am grateful that your silence is not complete!! :-))<br /><br />there is an ache, yes -- some days it seems to be in everything ....James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-42766266603029415352012-06-28T07:58:48.854-07:002012-06-28T07:58:48.854-07:00Roxana: a part of you!! ... words could ask for n...<b>Roxana:</b> a part of you!! ... words could ask for no better life :-))James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-49359440606838989972012-06-22T08:23:59.993-07:002012-06-22T08:23:59.993-07:00For beauty and pain observed, tears. The constrain...For beauty and pain observed, tears. The constraint of the form does not constrain the poem (as if you "walked past" the form). In fact I didn't recognize it until I read comments.<br /><br />The wings of this poem are fragile. There is an ache about that river tying and untying itself, and the felled lying on their backs. <br /><br />Oh my. Your work humbles me into silence.<br /><br />(Almost)Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-51354901071216762822012-06-22T05:02:41.827-07:002012-06-22T05:02:41.827-07:00that grieved
my mouth to silence like the gasp of ...that grieved<br />my mouth to silence like the gasp of distant war<br /><br /><br />such a great, impossibly great ending to a marvelous poem... this snow gleaming, these trees holding life close, as you so beautifully say - they are a part of me now, forever...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-7846606054385565602012-06-20T11:18:44.557-07:002012-06-20T11:18:44.557-07:00Marion: i'm no less cautious about writing s...<b>Marion:</b> i'm no less cautious about writing sonnets that mentioning angels -- but this poem insisted. there is something about the form that puts pressure on the language -- maybe that is some justification ...James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-27185999890467377242012-06-20T11:17:05.293-07:002012-06-20T11:17:05.293-07:00Liz: this would be lovely today!<b>Liz:</b> this would be lovely today!James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-10751930056958357602012-06-20T11:15:13.693-07:002012-06-20T11:15:13.693-07:00Lucia: thank you :-) i am very cautious about me...<b>Lucia:</b> thank you :-) i am very cautious about mentioning angels in poems -- but every time i deleted it, it popped back in ....James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-43079816994413872312012-06-19T04:53:06.398-07:002012-06-19T04:53:06.398-07:00Nicely done, I haven't written a sonnet for ag...Nicely done, I haven't written a sonnet for ages! I really like how you link the first and last lines and I'm loving the density of language.<br />'prolific and wild<br />as bird or angel, not fallen but felled<br />and rapt with attention to its own nothing --<br />the shifting yield of depth and current, in-folding<br />down, earthward, sky on its back sheer and rippled'<br />I Love this, almost Hopkins-style torture of language :)Marion McCreadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-80790208302379915252012-06-18T16:17:36.422-07:002012-06-18T16:17:36.422-07:00I love breathing in cold air. There is something ...I love breathing in cold air. There is something about it when the cold hits your lungs and forming crystals on your lips.musicwithinyouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14024317988744024838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858454538187432037.post-34650398501055296792012-06-18T08:58:22.162-07:002012-06-18T08:58:22.162-07:00"prolific and wild as bird or angel" - I..."prolific and wild as bird or angel" - I love this part, beautiful! ;-)Lúciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04461100045405381382noreply@blogger.com