After Sunset
AFTER SUNSETAn older man now, thankful in a country whereI might ramble still, try to locate myself in silence,take comfort in art. All around but a swearto light and language, a mumbled sunset abovea...
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e john,Well, I haven't met you or read you, but I liked this a great deal. I'm not sure I can offer you a crit at the level of word or line: this looks polished to me. And honestly, this would require...
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hi Michael, thanks for looking at this. nice to meet you. i enjoyed reading your comments. to 'let you in' to the poem, possibly, know that its original (prosaic) title was "Van Gogh Sestina." refer...
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Hi John, I'm impressed with the Sestina but I have to admit that I found the poem much more satisfying with what you said was its original title. That opened the poem up for me. A few suggestions that...
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A difficult poem to comment on, like Mo I recognised the repetition and was vaguely aware of the form, he correctly places it as a sestina, you confirm this in your comment Van Goch a sestina. I liked...
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gorgeous poem, e john!"they are ill, you confide and shout in light: it's just swears to them: it wears us down it wears us. Yet light that falls when we stare into ourselves is never enough. Make it...
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