'Out of the cradle, endlessly rocking...'

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

working at poetry...

     Just spent a few happy hours revising poems, some of them quite old. One of 'em goes back to the Spring of 1998. 
     There is a simple satisfaction in knowing one has done the job at hand.
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  1. AnonymousApril 16, 2013 at 11:22 AM

    Yep. There's a happiness unique to writing that occurs when you visit some of those earlier days through the relics left.

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