You're posting such beautiful work, X.P. Heartbreakingly beautiful. It is astonishing how there is to learn. Some of it wonderful, some of it painful, some of it both. Always more.
I still remember the "marine light" in my dad's eyes during his last days. I loved this the first time I read it and loved reading it again. ❤️ Just beautiful.
Oh, well, you know these are ten lines each with seven dashes, at one point they begin to shrink until all are shrunken to seven short dashes –ten weeks of seven days, those seventy times you ‘could have watched that mountain turn every shade of desert with the sun going down…’
I find all of these Elegies brilliant, X.P., poignant and provocative reminders of a time not that long past when brothers and sisters were dying in a war few knew was happening, and even fewer cared—including almost every politician in the country, right up to the President.
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Really beautiful, X.P.
Thanks so much, Maureen.
You're posting such beautiful work, X.P. Heartbreakingly beautiful. It is astonishing how there is to learn. Some of it wonderful, some of it painful, some of it both. Always more.
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hadn't yet learned to discern
such light
Thank you, Janie.
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I still remember the "marine light" in my dad's eyes during his last days. I loved this the first time I read it and loved reading it again. ❤️ Just beautiful.
Thank you, Ann. That light is something. Saw it in my dad’s eyes too.
Such a beautiful elegy for Joe. I love this.
Thank you, Alexis, and (almost) happy birthday!
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Concrete poem? Intriguing!
Oh, well, you know these are ten lines each with seven dashes, at one point they begin to shrink until all are shrunken to seven short dashes –ten weeks of seven days, those seventy times you ‘could have watched that mountain turn every shade of desert with the sun going down…’
Aha! Brilliant. Went right over my head. Thank you!
All of the lights. Lovely.
always a dear favorite. the mountain turning pink. wait.
This is heartrendingly beautiful.
The definition of elegy - your poem.
Thank you, dear Fotini.
I find all of these Elegies brilliant, X.P., poignant and provocative reminders of a time not that long past when brothers and sisters were dying in a war few knew was happening, and even fewer cared—including almost every politician in the country, right up to the President.
Thank you, Paul. Worse than the indifference was the caring about how quickly all those undesirables could be eliminated.
Regularly shouted from pulpits across the country.