I remember catching a glimpse: I remember catching a glimpse of my absentee dad, way up in the bleachers, sneaking in during my graduation. Good stuff. Some kids had no one close enough that attended. Stirs up curious feelings about significant life events. Thanks for sharing.
My first reading was to begin: My first reading was to begin to appreciate the poem. I say this in the way that Eliot meant it. An anecdote about him says that when he was told, by an acquaintance, that she had just finished reading Dante's Divine Comedy, and that she had completed reading all three cantos although that was her first time. He told her she had not completed it; she had only begun reading it. This poem contains all the virtues of your entire collection; which, I have learned to understand, cannot be fully appreciated on a first reading (no matter how intense that reading may be. To be fully appreciated, your Poetry must be read; then studied; then re-read after such study . . . and these are still only preliminary steps. I think the fullest knowledge of your Poems will come to us in Heaven; another blessing to be anticipated.
My reading today was for a distinct purpose, not just a casual reading, and certainly not a reading just to pass the time. I wanted to enjoy---and to savor---the beauty of some of my favorite phrases in this poem.
I cannot say enough about your poetry, and I hope my comments never become tiresome to you. But, like an astronomer devout to his observation of the stars, I am devout to your Poems; and that should not be kept silent.
Imagery becomes a living: Imagery becomes a living thing in your blazing imagination. It comes crashing onto the page with astounding symbolism that can speak paragraphs in a few words and then somersault its way into my mind's eye, leaving me wondering: how did this just happen? What wizardry do you wield to conjure something that lives, plays, breathes and entrances like "ethereal tendrils"?
Congratulations on this.
This should be the official: This should be the official pledge of mothers everywhere. The world would certainly be a better place if every child was fortunate enough to experience the unconditional love you so sincerely expressed. How true that this love is only "seemingly self sacraficial". It is perhaps the fullfilling experience in our human travels.
This title is priceless: what better way to describe this dream?
Graceful and inspiring work.
I like this poem very much. : I like this poem very much. Although I have not had a similar experience, it reminded me of a story I recommend to you, Isak Dinisen's short story, The Old Chevalier (spolier alert, the end carries quite a twist). You have described the memory less verbosely than Dinisen, but with similar impact.
Thank you for the comment,: Thank you for the comment, and the good wish for my health, although, health-wise, things are a little precarious right now; and, as I said in my reply to Patricia, some unexpected difficulties have arisen. But, despite that, I am still well enough to continue to admire your Symbolist Poetry, and to applaud the magnificent work you have posted at postpoems.
Thank you very much. : Thank you very much.
And thanks for the prayers. Today is the second round, for me, of some very powerful, and rather uncommon, antibiotics that have to be introduced into my system in a rather inconvenient way in order to attack the infection, which is extremely resistant to eradication. I admit to being a little frightened. No, a lot frightened.
I'm honored just to have you: I'm honored just to have you stop by, but your poetic and on-target interpretation of my work took my breath away. Your stunning insights and words of encouragement mean more than you know, my gifted friend.
You have to take credit for: You have to take credit for being an inspiration, a motivator and a glowing example. We can learn much from you as well!
My incalculable gratitude and continuing prayers.