Setting up camp with broken: Setting up camp with broken souls . . . I have been reading poems for nearly half a century---it will be fifty years as of next month---and that phrase is one of the most brilliant I have encountered in a long, long time. The poem itself is very good, and applaud the way it concludes with a metaphor about art. But that eleventh line---that spectacular, tremendous eleventh line---is a power unto itself.
I am convinced with the: I am convinced with the utmost expectation that your poems have a grand future, beyond this website. And I like to comment on them because they are so inspiring to such comments. In two or three generations, enterprising scholars and graduate students may overturn some of my conclusions; but, like Peary at the Pole, I will have gotten there before them. Your poems validate all of my efforts as an undergrad to study and learn how to interpret poetry (even if that interpretation is subsequently overturned). I did not then, back in the seventies, understood why I felt so compelled to study analyses of certain poems as thoroughly as I studied the poems themselves---but now I understand the reason for that.
I am so horribly behind on my: I am so horribly behind on my reading, having had a rough few days recently. But I am glad to have caught up enough to read this magnificent poem, this beautiful testimony that simply sparkles and shimmers with great faith and wisdom. Although I may not read all of your poems in a timely way, having to catch up when I can, I am certain that all of your poems will bear the kind of literary quality that so very well distinguishes you as a member of PostPoems.
I am abloom with adoration: I am abloom with adoration for your style. Particularly, I remark, that dignified absence of punctuation at the end of each line, a puzzled me thoughts and notions entwined
Thank you, again and again,: Thank you, again and again, for interpreting this exactly the way I intended it to be interpreted, and, as a bonus, presenting it with a splendid poignancy that is, in itself, a gift.
Your experience in July, 1974 still amazes me, and I'm deeply moved, deeply humbled, that such a phenomenal and pivotal moment was evoked through my message. If I never wrote another word I would be satisfied that one of my poems brought someone that kind of joy.
Greatest respect and boundless gratitude.
By the fates ordained: Haha you don't have to, cuz it never happened; however, on karma, with the way words tend to manipulate reality, now I suspect might.
"I begin again" That's epic!: "I begin again" That's epic! Standing O!
What a way to end a brilliant personification of love as fantasy. Each line tumbles with striking eloquence into the next and builds to that last, superior line. Gorgeous dreamwork.
You're one of the wise ones: You're one of the wise ones who know what truly matters, and you gracefully defied the menace of time by acknowledging it in this sparkling gem. An inspiration!
You wrapped up some instant: You wrapped up some instant karma in this startling tanka. I can't imagine what that must have been like, but leave it to a great poet like yourself to turn it into art. Intense stuff.
The boon and the bane of: The boon and the bane of social media and the worldwide web. As much as it pains us, a pane of a many windowed house that is humanity.