Thanks so much, Duncan. Curious things happen at times when you least expect them; in the case of this poem, it was started and finished so quickly I had the feeling something grievous had transpired somewhere and was pushing me to quickly put it down. Well, you and I now know what it was: The loss of our dear friend, Tom Clark. BTW, the poem on my FB page is introduced by a poem from one of my very favorite poets. Here it is:
“He who has seen everything empty itself is close To knowing what everything is filled with.”
Beautiful evocation of loss. Feels raw as anything right now.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Duncan. Curious things happen at times when you least expect them; in the case of this poem, it was started and finished so quickly I had the feeling something grievous had transpired somewhere and was pushing me to quickly put it down. Well, you and I now know what it was: The loss of our dear friend, Tom Clark. BTW, the poem on my FB page is introduced by a poem from one of my very favorite poets. Here it is:
ReplyDelete“He who has seen everything empty itself is close
To knowing what everything is filled with.”
--Antonio Porchia, Voices
Beautifully said. The comments and the poems.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jonathan.
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