Polly was left, unfound, in scattered leaves under sheltering trees. I, too, was there-everyday with her; arriving for work, leaving from work. I felt her unknown presence as I do in reading your wonderful poem. Thank you.
Some editor once told me there are too many Persephone poems. Yours proved him wrong. I am so struck by your poem that I feel like those fool speechmakers who start off with "I don't have the words." I am going to save your poem to savor it.
Polly was left, unfound, in scattered leaves under sheltering trees. I, too, was there-everyday with her; arriving for work, leaving from work. I felt her unknown presence as I do in reading your wonderful poem. Thank you.
Love this archetypal presence.
Yes, I have a file titled "beautiful poems" and I'm going to save yours in it. Beautifully dark, it should be.
A good home for it. I hope you enjoy reading this again and again.
Some editor once told me there are too many Persephone poems. Yours proved him wrong. I am so struck by your poem that I feel like those fool speechmakers who start off with "I don't have the words." I am going to save your poem to savor it.
No such thing as too many Persephone poems, really. I'm glad you'll savor this. It's a beautiful piece.