My experience, which seems: My experience, which seems ancient now, was like Allets': I broke the pods open and scattered the seeds. During my first grade year, our class was conducted in the basement of one of the oldest buildings on the high school campus, while the new elementary school was being built. Our playground was a grassy slope, with a weedpatch on its far end. At six years old, I was amazed to "discover" that the same milkweeds grew on my paternal grandparents' rural property---and I believed that the sets of the same species were somehow closely related, as my grandparents and I were closely related. And, during recesses on classdays, and in the afternoons at home (we were on half days, then), those playground milkweeds always put me in mind of the rather magical beauty I always found, regardless of the weather, at my grandparents' place. Thank you for reminding me of the memory.
I wish I could have studied: I wish I could have studied with such a poet when I was a student. The one published poet with whom I studied was, in my experience, somewhat questionable . . . alas!
This is one of your poems: This is one of your poems that really showcases your talent to imply a huge backstory with just a few lines of a few words, while coyly withholding specific information so that the reader must read---really read---the poem, rather than just skim over it. And then, in the last line you raise a tower that takes its place with other towers in Poetry---the topless towers of Ilium in Marlowe's Faust; the tower in Verlaine's sonnet, "Parsifal"; and Eliot's allusion to Veraline's sonnet in the fifth section of The Waste Land. The moe sinister towers of Castle Dracula, in Stoker's eponymous novel, also come to mind. I like the way you use a single reference, a single line, to resonate through other poems and sources that the reader has visited in the past. This adds a depth to this poem, and other poems of yours in this aspect of your style.
Fantastic bedtime poetry :: Fantastic bedtime poetry : p
I do miss the hissings of those steam radiators. It was always a really nice associative sound (when they worked) in my childhood home.