I'm so sorry that I failed to: I'm so sorry that I failed to respond to your beautiful comment years ago. That was a rough time for me, but that's no excuse. Thank you for your many years of support.
Rare like a Dali or a Monet.: Rare like a Dali or a Monet. Sorry I got the adjective mixed up in a food reference. I really do enjoy your work, even though I don't have the time and energy to give each of your mini masterpieces the attention they deserve. Perhaps one day I'll make up for lost time and read them all. My deepest respect.
Dazzling wordplay that leaves: Dazzling wordplay that leaves a lasting imprint on the heart and the mind. Few poets can fill the page with so much imagery using just a few lines. Stunned again, great poet!
First, I must apologize for: First, I must apologize for the uncorrected typo(s) in my comment. I am a very poor keyboardist and proofreader.
I have said before, and I shall say here again---whatever is in my comments on your poems are inspired by your Poems. I have often imagined a metaphorical astronomer, not only watching a constellation emerging into the sky, but emerging among all the other stars as a background to it. This is what your Poetry is like: a constellation in and of itself, but also set among the background of your Peers: Vergil, Stevens; and, inspired by the grandeur of this perspective, I have the privilege to look starward (if I may be permitted the pun) to write about your Poems as they emerge. I do not doubt, whatsoever, that future commentors, literary critics, and graduate students writing their dissertations will overturn some of my conclusions: I know only expect this, I welcome the likelihood, because that process will acknowledge the lasting value---the staying power, so to speak---of your total work.
Each of your poems grants me the privilege of looking starward.
So soon after her passing,: So soon after her passing, you have given us another in your series of death poems, so as not to omit her from your expanding series on this theme.
No crying in the rain,: No crying in the rain, contrived or voluntarily, but for the germinant seed a blessing from above! And the ensuing blossoms shall petal forth a fresh newness.
And to flow with the Seasons!: And to flow with the Seasons! That is such a connected way to live, and with each in turn a beginning of varying starting points and unique activities. This freedom to flow releases us from fear.
Rare seems to be good only: Rare seems to be good only when it comes to steak. But I receive that with wholehearted gratitude! It is high time to embrace the pecking order of poetry and live out to the fullest one's own colours. Cheers, Patricia
You never fail to amaze me: You never fail to amaze me with your intricate yet immense analysis of my work. From start to finish you examine each nuance, reflection and metaphor with an almost psychic comprehension as if you were the linguistic version of a physicist viewing subatomic particles under a microscope. And if that wasn't enough, you wield anecdotes and allusions like a pro.
Your generous reviews are certainly motivation for me to try to find the time in my harried, distracted life to scribble a few more expressions.
I simply couldn't find words worthy of my gratitude if I groped for them all day.
A resounding "Thank you!"
An incredibly clever way to: An incredibly clever way to show the power of a little kindness and some cooking skill.
This is cutting-edge brilliance:
"It was directed inwardly
Which caused cannibalizing effect
In which angry emotion
Devoured itself out of existence"
If everyone practiced this kind of highly evolved courtesy and maturity, the world would be a far, far better place.
Disarmingly witty and charming work.
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