tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post5307264637949976557..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Clouds Above the Playing Fields at Sunset, WinterUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-57027664288825374962013-02-03T07:01:38.872-08:002013-02-03T07:01:38.872-08:00Many thanks, Elmo.
A nod from a fellow poet is th...Many thanks, Elmo.<br /><br />A nod from a fellow poet is the best thing any poet could ask.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48321091731105955162013-02-03T06:44:44.521-08:002013-02-03T06:44:44.521-08:00as Yeats said...the poets have no
gifts for the po...as Yeats said...the poets have no<br />gifts for the politicians...and<br />the purest poetry like the one<br />on this post, the politicians would<br />not understand, and the poets who<br />aspire to be politicians of sorts<br />encountered a pure poet in the<br />Naropa poetry wars...a blast from<br />the past not nearly as important<br />as a single near perfect poem we<br />can read today right hereElmo St. Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588245143022651357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-83013488960753224402013-02-01T21:39:10.362-08:002013-02-01T21:39:10.362-08:00Midwinter reminds that Night must fall, and conque...Midwinter reminds that Night must fall, and conquer over all games, yes, that's surely the way of it.<br /><br />(No contest, as the saying goes.)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-60849936005581867182013-02-01T17:55:07.707-08:002013-02-01T17:55:07.707-08:00And as on the playing field night conquers
That d...And as on the playing field night conquers<br /><br />That dark smothering the scene of too much ugly, infantile striving is good to think on. It's a little easier to remember wet Friday afternoons waiting the long wait to be picked.<br /><br />A great poem. I love the beatific, inhuman power of time/nature here.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-31027347030998081822013-02-01T12:53:58.860-08:002013-02-01T12:53:58.860-08:00Beautiful!!
Just read your book The Great Naropa ...Beautiful!!<br /><br />Just read your book The Great Naropa Wars and would like to share my story with you.<br /><br />Thank you<br />Tibor SternParentsAgainstCultshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04374615092723168517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-81957217088409880102013-02-01T12:49:11.125-08:002013-02-01T12:49:11.125-08:00A sunset winter sonneteer writes The calm that nat...A sunset winter sonneteer writes <i>The calm that nature breathes grows large</i> until we hear the heart constrict--as in <i>The longest evening of the year</i>.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-66204211923191286492013-02-01T06:49:24.420-08:002013-02-01T06:49:24.420-08:00"The eternity of thought against
The momentar..."The eternity of thought against<br />The momentariness of sensation shows"<br />like that image....touching beautiful words!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com