** 7th book of 2021: Sweet Morsel ** If Not, Winter is lyrical but accessible reminder of universal human experience and how little we can retain of even the best muses. Someone will remember us I say even in another time
Off of paternity leave and back into the office, I’m ‘Looking for a better way to get up outta bed / Instead of getting on the Internet / And checking on who hit me’
Video or games are habit forming; doomscrolling is depressing. Books aren’t the best place to find distraction, so poetry is where I go. With a bad day at work, Sappho is a perfect afternoon escape. Uncannily, she has advice to avoid angry emails…
with anger spreading in the chest
to guard against a vainly barking tongue
Commentary on what we notice only after lengthy stationary quarantine… evening you gather back all that dazzling dawn has put asunder;
Remembrance of youthful infatuation… you came and I was crazy for you and you cooled my mind that burned with longing
…and nostalgia that tugs at the heartstrings. ] you will remember ] for we in our youth did these things
yes many and beautiful things
If all poetry is this good, I should read more.