tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post1428703480207301809..comments2023-12-13T03:19:15.138-08:00Comments on The Drift Record : Poetry Friday: Mary CornishUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-53759161189286549142009-03-08T04:00:00.000-07:002009-03-08T04:00:00.000-07:00I've spent a lot of time gazing at the light that ...I've spent a lot of time gazing at the light that comes over my afternoon table this past year and I just love the lines here about the "flame of five pears, gold as honey". That's the stunning beauty that has me reaching for my camera day after day. This poem does a wonderful job of saying why. Thanks for posting it!Andromeda Jazmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355192738014962965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-55489760154755293092009-03-06T15:48:00.000-08:002009-03-06T15:48:00.000-08:00Love the optimism in"We're getting hot. We're burn...Love the optimism in<BR/><BR/>"We're getting hot. We're burning."<BR/><BR/>We're getting there. We're close, really close. Come on, Human Race, come on, America, we can do it!Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-53157305983209039372009-03-06T14:16:00.000-08:002009-03-06T14:16:00.000-08:00A beautiful poem (sister or not :-), and I love yo...A beautiful poem (sister or not :-), and I love your commentary... especially the idea of balancing mind and heart, presence and absence, grief and delight. That takes some serious inspiration and skill.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-88249768953883928642009-03-06T10:38:00.000-08:002009-03-06T10:38:00.000-08:00Department of Full Disclosure - As Tricia already ...Department of Full Disclosure - As Tricia already knows, Mary Cornish is my sister. But I swear, even if I didn't know her, she would be a favorite of mine. That said, she's just as good a sister as she is a poet, and we spent plenty of time playing Hide the Thimble when we were kids.Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-13014233995045464212009-03-06T10:30:00.000-08:002009-03-06T10:30:00.000-08:00Lovely poem.Lovely poem.Kelly Polarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10968381456100611120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-15846750005005858932009-03-06T09:00:00.000-08:002009-03-06T09:00:00.000-08:00How does she do that: in the midst of setting up a...How does she do that: in the midst of setting up a vivid scene with such everyday words then wham, envelope you with such strong feelings? <BR/><BR/>Julie, just wanted you to know I love your poems too and am sharing Imaginary Menagerie in my PF post this week.Yat-Yeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04028075516122778317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-66897440880985517472009-03-06T08:17:00.000-08:002009-03-06T08:17:00.000-08:00Wow, what an art- to play with children and yet re...Wow, what an art- to play with children and yet retain sufficient space in her head to keep on seeing the subtle things. Beautiful.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-59802935986623873562009-03-06T07:00:00.000-08:002009-03-06T07:00:00.000-08:00"We're getting hot. We're burning."Whoa. Thanks fo..."We're getting hot. We're burning."<BR/><BR/>Whoa. Thanks for sharing this one today, Julie.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-3725855061938958532009-03-06T05:33:00.000-08:002009-03-06T05:33:00.000-08:00I love this poem almost as much as I love Remains....I love this poem almost as much as I love Remains. The focus on things we see everyday, but may not notice, and how their brought to life in the poems is simply marvelous.<BR/><BR/>There are some mighty good genes in this family!Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-75998626160287595502009-03-06T04:53:00.000-08:002009-03-06T04:53:00.000-08:00Oh my word. That is gorgeous. I'm burning.I love t...Oh my word. That is gorgeous. I'm burning.<BR/><BR/>I love thinking about poetry (or perhaps this poem) as "an object always hidden in plain sight."Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-43518084924914112732009-03-06T03:50:00.000-08:002009-03-06T03:50:00.000-08:00Oh! I especially loved these lines. I can feel the...Oh! I especially loved these lines. I can feel them in my hands!<BR/><BR/>Now leaves fuse<BR/>on the window<BR/><BR/>In the wheel-fire of the world:<BR/>We're getting hot. We're burning.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for sharing, Julie. I'm going to check out this book.laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-39488045966080823632009-03-06T03:44:00.000-08:002009-03-06T03:44:00.000-08:00What a beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing.What a beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8552083088916942937.post-55416845288995373722009-03-06T03:25:00.000-08:002009-03-06T03:25:00.000-08:00I have to read this one again and again -- such be...I have to read this one again and again -- such beauty and depth.tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.com