"Soft-spoken wars": "you wear the dark,
you are the dark,
you float..."
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Your "delicate armies" of stars continue a long chronical of ways to not just view, but experience stars. Orion (pronounced oorian) is a fav constellation of mine since age 8-9. Cass is my other fav.
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~A~
I'm deeply troubled that: I'm deeply troubled that you're back in the hospital. I hope to hear you'll be released soon.
Thank YOU for inviting me along on your own creative journey and allowing me to see a higher perspective through your eyes. I'm certain that your powerful and crucial poetry will make a difference in peoples' lives.
May God shower you with every blessing for all you do for others.
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.
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Being a writer of science: Being a writer of science fiction, are you familiar with James Tiptree, Jr.? For reasons I cannot explain, your poem reminded me of Tiptree's story, "The Last Flight Of Dr. Ain." Your poem, which is beautifully colorful, set me to thinking and my warped brain went to Dr. Ain's last flight.
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.
In October, 1978, the Poet,: In October, 1978, the Poet, Dara Weir, upon learning that I had spent two years studying T.S. Eliot recommended Wallace Stevens, a poet I had studiously avoided, with the words, "He makes you work, but he pays you back." I have not stopped reading Stevens since that day. I never thought I would ever meet his equal alive, and not only alive but building a cosmic body of work before my astounded eyes. That Poet is you, Patricia. This poem was my introduction to the cosmic vision that informs and inspire your Poems. This poem will always have a special place in my heart, right up there with Eliot's Ash Wednesday and Stevens' Le Monocle De Mon Oncle. This poem ushered me into your presence, and one always remembers the first time they encountered a dynamic presence. So, visiting to determine the date of my first reading, I just had to read it again. I am again hospitalized, and the dope they give me is about to kick in and I will kick back, but before that happens, I just need to record my visit. OK, in the middle of this comment, I dozed off, so I need to go "be high" for a little while, until the pain dies. Thank you for this magnificent entrance into your Poetry.
Hundred percent agree! It: Hundred percent agree! It begins with "each thread". From this point of view, it doesn't look like a hopeless mess. You're an inspiration.