"bone sawing snow." My goodness. Seeing the sparrows (regarded widely as the least of us and therefore more us than anything else), not looking up at bombs. I'd like to go on writing, about Farjami's poem, but it seems to me that there is poetry that inevitably--pehaps tragically- lies beyond commentary, that leaves all chit-chat sounding thin, tinny and almost disrespectful. I can't muster the talk this poem deserves. GMD
"bone sawing snow." My goodness. Seeing the sparrows (regarded widely as the least of us and therefore more us than anything else), not looking up at bombs. I'd like to go on writing, about Farjami's poem, but it seems to me that there is poetry that inevitably--pehaps tragically- lies beyond commentary, that leaves all chit-chat sounding thin, tinny and almost disrespectful. I can't muster the talk this poem deserves. GMD