Brilliant. It is only through angles we see the light, grief. And it is only through angles we begin to discern the meaning we give to our suffering. These angles provide dimension, which we continually add to. This poem does so well to illustrate this. Thank you Dante!
This poem does so much to me, and so novel in its How--shape within a shape, an obituary of sorts but with sunlight. And all the nouns-turned-verbs keeps things moving moving to the possibilities. I mean, to me, sometimes it's just directional, you don't always have to touch to touch. Love the poem. Thank you for it.
Those ending lines--that are earned because the rest of the poem is so rich with language. And the shape / look of it. It looks like a prose poem, but the line breaks feel deliberate. I haven't read his other poems from this week; that's on my to do list for today :)
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Brilliant. It is only through angles we see the light, grief. And it is only through angles we begin to discern the meaning we give to our suffering. These angles provide dimension, which we continually add to. This poem does so well to illustrate this. Thank you Dante!
This poem does so much to me, and so novel in its How--shape within a shape, an obituary of sorts but with sunlight. And all the nouns-turned-verbs keeps things moving moving to the possibilities. I mean, to me, sometimes it's just directional, you don't always have to touch to touch. Love the poem. Thank you for it.
Those ending lines--that are earned because the rest of the poem is so rich with language. And the shape / look of it. It looks like a prose poem, but the line breaks feel deliberate. I haven't read his other poems from this week; that's on my to do list for today :)