Yesterday was World Poetry Day Truthfully every day is a poetry day for me, but I did miss doing this. Hey, National Poetry Month is coming; I’m good! Today’s post—belated “shelter.”
“It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
of what is found there.”
—William Carlos Williams
3 thoughts on “Never Too Late…”
Wow, sounds like an intriguing story. I really like the poem about the Sandpiper and the allusion to Blake. That poem is one of my favourites.
There’s a connection to Blake for you, too: Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
I like your synopsis of the story hitting the salient points and pulling the reader into the story. The line in the poem, “The beach hisses like fat…” really strikes up an intriguing image for me.