I re-read this comment just: I re-read this comment just now, and it has helped me realize that I have another poem in me on this same subject. I have long wanted to write one from the POV of her stepsister, Claire, whose nearly lifelong jealousy of Mary became an obsessive hatred in her---Claire's---last, late years. Mary's son, Percy, actually had to take legal action to restrain Claire's libels from being disseminated in England, although she continued to produce the most atrocious lies about Mary in the other countries that she visited from time to time. Her claim to have love letters from PB Shelley inspired Henry James' novela The Aspern Papers. She was never able to produce those letters, not when her nephew sued her, and not when several scholars pressed her for the evidence. At her death, no letters were found.
I think it deliciously ironic that, when one reads the Introduction to the 1831 edition of Frankenstein, only four people are named in her account of the summer of 1816: herself, the two Poets, and John Polidori, the physician. Claire is simply not mentioned at all as being a part of the group. She did not participate in the contest that her lover had proposed when they ran out of ghost stories to read.
So, if I can pull off the sequel, from Claire's POV, it will exist largely because of your comments on this earlier poem, and I will be sure to acknowledge that. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley is still, as my former faculty advisor pointed out in the summer of 2001, my girl, but your kind comments and understanding are my sustenances for so many of my poems.
Browsing through the comments: Browsing through the comments section, I saw that this poem had received a comment from Patriciajj, and that is always sufficient to bring me to a given poem. And I was very pleased to see that it was a Haiku, with the traditional 5/7/5 format. And I saw that it is a very impressive Haiku with regard to its content, as well. I applaud your poem!
A striking and artfully: A striking and artfully constructed connection to nature. I love the use of contrast after a short, evocative stanza to introduce a message and some strong feelings. Enjoyable and innovative work.
And Michigan hasn't seen the: And Michigan hasn't seen the worst of it. In places like South Asia, air conditioning is the great devider. Try telling them it's all a hoax.
Your delightfully spare and to-the-point poem confronts the very real possibility of mass migration. Crucial and impressive.
Wow: That is an amazing tale of intellectual travel. And that the journeyers both could have been farther apart from each other. Perhaps like Paul and Mark, sometime in the prophetic future, in body or in resurrected body, there shall be a reunion and a resolution as all is revealed at Christ's return. God bless.
Thank you. The French: Thank you. The French Poet/diplomat, Paul Claudel, once remarked that Q had inspired a tremendous amount of scholarly activity considering it was a book no one had ever seen. Its existence is totally speculative, and its content is derived from this formula: those sayings of Christ that are common to Matthew and Luke, with any materal found in Mark deleted.
About twenty years ago, I exchanged several emails with Burton Mack, a prominent theologian and scholar, who has written extensively about Q. In my undergraduate training, the concept of Occam's Razor---that the explanation with the least amount of assumptions was probably the most correct one---dominated the department in which I pursued my major, History. Burton Mack has put forth an explanation requiring, if I recall correctly, four or five assumptions---which, as I pointed out to him, was a vulnerability when viewed through Occam's Razor. I submitted that, accoring to Occam, an explanation with a single assumption would defeat the one with four or five. My explanation, and its one assumption, was that Q consists of notes (written or mental), taken by the Seventy in preparation to carry out their mission as recorded in Luke 10. And, if I recall correctly, after presenting that explanation with the suggestion that it defeated Doctor Mack's, I found my follow-up emails blocked. In saying all this, I do not mean any disrespect to Doctor Mack, whose accomplishment (with most of which I do disagree) is formidable, and whose reputation in the scholarly community is deservedly massive. I was grateful that he, holder of a PhD, would deign to correspond with a failed historian wannabe who held only a BA.
Hope Not Hype: One day reason and logic based problem solving will replace the three fingered discount. Fund what works (ends the problem) what lasts. Its a dream I have. :D
Amazing insight. What calms: Amazing insight. What calms my querying is that little note from John the Evangelist at the end of his Gospel that the whole world itself could not contain the books that would be written if they be written, as if to say, what makes its way to us today if enough and suited to our need and plenty enough to fill our thoughts and longings. But that's just me. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
Bolts of brilliance rip: Bolts of brilliance rip through this amazing definition of poetry. But my favorite moment is that silky closing:
"It takes but a whisper
to free the wandering soul."
Glorious.