A real good one, teeth-gritting bouyancy I'd say, but filled me with loveliness to read, and after all, I've been digging in again to Thomas Hardy's poems.
The world is too with us, late and soon--like it or lump it, I think Wordsworth says, for soon enough it shall be me and you. May it only be a seasonal pothole, our heads banging safely against the coarse velvet inside the roofs of a cars.
Very much like the (artfully) casual way this is told. And it’s a curious thought that something widely thought admirable - love of art - might produce art theft. Over the summer I read Donna Tart’s “The Goldfinch” on this theme. I liked it very much...
A lovely buoyancy and levity to this
Thanks so much, Dian.
A real good one, teeth-gritting bouyancy I'd say, but filled me with loveliness to read, and after all, I've been digging in again to Thomas Hardy's poems.
The world is too with us, late and soon--like it or lump it, I think Wordsworth says, for soon enough it shall be me and you. May it only be a seasonal pothole, our heads banging safely against the coarse velvet inside the roofs of a cars.
Thanks KR! Always great to be reminded of Hardy! Wordsworth, too. Appreciate your imagery.
Just great. A pleasure to read. Thanks!
Stolen poem, words drunk, but not for gotten. Pleasant toast to a weeks vintage. Got a buzz and wait for the next round.
This is so completely charming.
Wonderful that you think so! Thank you, Margaret!
A lot of fun, thanks.
Very much like the (artfully) casual way this is told. And it’s a curious thought that something widely thought admirable - love of art - might produce art theft. Over the summer I read Donna Tart’s “The Goldfinch” on this theme. I liked it very much...