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December 25, 2009
Why we blog...
Because blogging brings us into contact (indeed, even meeting for an early morning cup of tea or coffee, if we're lucky), with people who post things like this:
Some poets - Hopkins... Emily Dickinson comes to mind - have an insane concision and obliqueness, a madly packed brevity. Many of their poems have the compression of black hole events. The reader stands at the tongue of the event, leaning over gingerly, having a bit of a look, afraid of the pull.
Go read Professor Soltan on a Hopkins poem. Wish, like me, that you were signed up for one of her classes in the spring. Ah, well, I'll teach Greek vase painting. That's some consolation.
Posted by CrankyProfessor at December 25, 2009 8:59 PM
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How many Flowers fail in Wood--
Or perish from the Hill--
Without the privilege to know
That they are Beautiful--
How many Cast a nameless Pod
Upon the nearest Breeze--
Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight--
It bear to Other Eyes-
- Dickinson
Posted by: Suzanne at December 28, 2009 9:07 AM