If only it were so. To teach: If only it were so. To teach from the horse's mouth my not be as effective knowing how poor I communicate orally and extemporaneously. Thank you
Fantastic!---artistically and: Fantastic!---artistically and academically. The elegance of your statements is typical of your obvious verbal skill, and the understanding of poetry demonstrated in those statements is very shrewd. This essay deserves to be in a textbook.
Thankyou so much for you keen: Thankyou so much for you keen observation and eloquent description of your journey through the words ii am deeply honoured.
I agree 100%. Don’t get..: I agree 100%. Don't get me started about the ticket prices. Along with a ballgame or a concert, the cost is a major factor when and if I want to go to one. But seeing a live performance can be a memorable experience. Thanks for your comment.
Broadway shifts, stars step: Broadway shifts, stars step in, names that once lit screens now flicker on marquees.
The price climbs, but the stage still hums— if you can, go!
Faith does not waver, though: Faith does not waver, though I have. Still, it stands— steady beneath hesitation, holding me until belief feels like breathing.
This is an excellent poem,: This is an excellent poem, and the final stanza is very, very accurate. Your body contains atoms that were ejaculated into deep space after being fused in their cores, so there is an innate sense, in your flesh, of being part of the Cosmos. I believe Poets have the task of explaining the Cosmos to itself; and this poem definitely participates in that process.
Your most valued words come: Your most valued words come at a very good time as a dark season has sojoirned upon the arid poetic land. Many, many thanks
(Yes, I am trying another: (Yes, I am trying another one.) Your verbal dexterity and skill as a tale-weaver really, really, really commands my respect. This one is a centerpiece of your entire Poetry. It is textbook perfect and deserves to be in every quotation book. It reminds me of a remark Ezra Pound wrote in a letter after T. S, Eliot published The Waste Land in 1922: "About enough to make the rest of us close up shop." That remark definitely applies to this poem, also!
Wouldn't have it any other: Wouldn't have it any other way. And though we came in via CVG (2016) we drove around a lot and there is that thrill in knowing that we would've been motoring on part of that beltway built by your Granddad! Our self-guided tour of the Wrigh Brothers aviation history would have put us in that vicinity. At least that's what I am lead to believe