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Less is more and more is less: Less is more and more is less more or less

Thank you again and again for: Thank you again and again for letting me know how much my work has helped you. Few things could be more fulfilling. More than a few of my poems would have never seen the light of day without your encouragement, so I owe you a great debt of gratitude. Be well. 

Enjoyed: "feeding a beaver's dam" while the last verse s jaw-dropping, I read this line 3x before  contnuung ti end. Imagination stopping line, cadence to sudden stop, rexan if beacer allusion - the in walks wisdom like an adage--wow! Cool write. ~A~. 

I just wanted you to know: I just wanted you to know that I kept this poem open in my browser, and each time that the medicine caused me to doze off, I woke later to this poem in front of me.  Now that's real therapy, to wake up to Gates Of Orion twice.  I have been twice blessed today, the eve of Orthodox Palm Sunday.

Thank you.  Your: Thank you.  Your understanding of the poem validates it as a sequel.  As you always do, you highlighted the major points I was trying to make.  Your comment on the other Monkeytree poem inspired me to write this, and I humbly and gratefully acknowledge you as Il Maglior Fabbro.  I am now strenthened, by your words, to continue expanding this series---which you inspired, and your courage helped to strengthen mine to continue on with it.  You have touched my life in so many ways, always to make it more than it was.  That is the nature of your poetry and your comments:  what you bring to this site makes it better than it was; what you have brought into my life, through your poems and comments, have made it better than it was in, if I recall correctly, January 21 of 2020, when I first read Gates Of Orion, two days before my hospital stay, that year, released me.  I remember how stunned I was---comparing it to Roy Batty's final speech before dying in Blade Runner; and how much like Stevens you are.  And I know that, in the next century or so (Stendhal predicted he would be understood in a hundred years), some grad students are going to go through even my comments to find out about your poetry, on which they will be writing dissertations.  Since that day (my late father's birthday), you have impacted my poems, my life, and this site.  Thank you, Patricia, for making postpoems better and greater with the presence of your cosmic poems.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

I rushed right over when you: I rushed right over when you mentioned a sequel. How I love what you did with this! First, you set the stage with the most evocative language and an expertise I've come to recognize as uniquely your own. You certainly know how to bring a reader into a scene.    Your use of alliteration enhanced the essence of some lines and effected its movement in a compelling way. The "D" line was delightfully clever as it underscored the leaden feelings from a stark and bleak atmosphere.   Then out of crumbling surroundings with relics of a bygone era, appears something fresh, casual-chic, beautiful and irresistibly free. As always, only the most striking and significant details are chosen. The stylish socks, in particular, tell a life-altering story.   "he seems to glide"   You say so much in those words. He is a gleaming example to us all: Do not be intimidated or cowed by ignorance and resistance. Live your truth with dignity, aplomb and bliss. Be the sky-blue socks. Slow down and relax into your glorious, unbreakable, one-of-a kind, endless self.   Such an empowering, inspiring message wrapped in beautiful symbolism!   As the perfect day unfurls, the socks don't go anywhere. Still they glide . . .   There's more powerful symbolism when the train pulls away, taking with it all the pain and oppression of the past on "its way to noplace that was your life before . . ." One door is closed and another opens. Such a wondrous moment!   You end on heart-melting poetics that rival the best of the best.   One last thing: Wow!