tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post3223460321154458649..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: ReflectionsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-86278841106364906852011-06-16T06:53:46.169-07:002011-06-16T06:53:46.169-07:00This is very lovely, Steve --
pink clouds in pale...This is very lovely, Steve --<br /><br />pink clouds in pale blue sky above still<br />black ridge, whiteness of moon by branch<br /><br />-- the first mild evening of the year last night, and the large moon... though now through the pink clouds advance the grey sentinels of the marine layer... <br /><br />Congratulations to Johnny, sleeping the sleep of the scholar.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-9076872607253546682011-06-16T06:15:28.294-07:002011-06-16T06:15:28.294-07:00Tom,
Further reflections on break of day, a pleasu...Tom,<br />Further reflections on break of day, a pleasure to be 'here' with you (and Curtis, and Don -- Johnny still asleep the next room, who graduated from Kindergarten yesterday). . . .<br /><br />6.16<br /><br />pink clouds in pale blue sky above still <br />black ridge, whiteness of moon by branch<br />in foreground, waves sounding in channel<br /><br /> since referred to “physical”<br /> position, also calling<br /><br /> vertical plane wall of room,<br /> part of world, picture<br /><br />cloudless blue sky reflected in channel,<br />sunlit green of pine on tip of sandspitSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-34668876458281773732011-06-14T06:25:19.814-07:002011-06-14T06:25:19.814-07:00To reflect upon the break of day over the thought ...To reflect upon the break of day over the thought of the smell of a cup of fresh-ground coffee with you, Curtis and Don, is a further pleasure.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-71648247577408482172011-06-14T04:38:44.732-07:002011-06-14T04:38:44.732-07:00To use an image to capture the beauty of imagery, ...To use an image to capture the beauty of imagery, and such a beautiful image as this ...<br /><br />Well, thanks, Tom. Just great.Issa's Untidy Huthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-11344204712872379452011-06-14T04:04:27.257-07:002011-06-14T04:04:27.257-07:00It is such a pleasure to be able to rise and enter...It is such a pleasure to be able to rise and enter into this pond and grove before confronting the day's mundane, just around the corner, chores. “Reflections” makes a fine connection with yesterday's Hopkins poem and your discussion with Ed about "broken/sprung" rhythm. I’m interested in the positive, preserving aspects of breaking this suggests. It reminds me that I’m currently breaking up coffee, which preserves me (for better or worse), and that fine Kinks lyric in “Death Of A Clown” (which I assume comes from everyday speech), “Won’t someone help me to break up this crown?”, that precedes preserving someone’s memory in the form of a toast.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com