Summer

Oh wow, this one sure took me by surprise. I thought you started out describing a love scene but you ended up describing death. Or, maybe you used the first kiss and then death as metaphors for life. I'm still musing on this one. My initial reaction is that I like it, I just need to digest it more. Thanks. I'll be back.

Just. so. romantic. and moves me to memories of a first love.

I am trying a new voice. I talked with John Walter as said I was going to be more deliberate.

I think it works in a quiet way. You have many voices.

it was like touching a bird's exposed heart
with your tongue.

That was an amazing simile! Awesome!

Will, if this is the first poem of a new voice, may there be many more such sculptures.

I rejoice in all manifestations of your protean talents, my dear Will, from polymath to polymorphous perverse, but I too was moved to the quick by this memory´s tender thunder, its implied "petite mort", and its magnificent lyrical language that feels deeply felt throughout in its simple descriptions, exquisite spare imagery and sense of a sudden apotheosis that charges every word with a sense of first and only time.

This is really a breathtaking new direction for you, though we have seen this territory of vulnerability in the heart´s dark regions marbled into your earlier work, especially your poems of elegy and loss for your brother.

I got so used to the epic sweep of some of your earlier, more difficult work, that I forgot how you can move me so. I´m glad you´ve brought me back to that place where I sense the fragility of the tiny moment as you glimpse it. The writing here makes this beautifully portrayed foray into the shock of intimacy, exciting and unforgettable. I look forward to more poems in this lyrical voice very much!

the summer is so good for us. it causes to rain.

I think. Eating sweet fruit, and this is not enough.
So what to do? I will write more - because G-d is not listening. So this is just us. Crying out. See my further posts.

John, the problem with my earlier work was that there was too much mind, and not enough heart, there. In some earlier poems, I wrote such that only PH.Ds in Literature would get all the allusions. And they might be/are still my audience - but I am going to write more first person subjective and see where that leads.

Will, I was hoping you'd come to the very conclusion that you pointed out to John. Much more of the new, please.