tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387918.post4285520711055338166..comments2023-11-23T11:14:08.995+00:00Comments on Barbara's Bleeuugh!: Reading Randall JarrellAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06280161801824435219noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387918.post-52520772966803690302008-04-16T22:37:00.000+01:002008-04-16T22:37:00.000+01:00Yes Apprentice it is a terrific poem and as Chief ...Yes Apprentice it is a terrific poem and as Chief Biscuit mentioned above it does all it has to with great economy.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06280161801824435219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387918.post-81689672831218397782008-04-09T23:25:00.000+01:002008-04-09T23:25:00.000+01:00Alan Gay brought this poem to our group a while ba...Alan Gay brought this poem to our group a while back. It is a fantastic piece, so much compressed into 5 lines, like the life of a ballturret gunner I suspect -some of those boys last a matter of months.apprenticehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13784785172285984036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387918.post-80897854849751629892008-04-08T20:18:00.000+01:002008-04-08T20:18:00.000+01:00What a gorgeous gem of a poem about appreciating t...What a gorgeous gem of a poem about appreciating the present, what you hold in your hands. Thanks for popping that in the comments box, Davide a brilliant fly-by poem drop, iike a pigeon! A good pigeon...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06280161801824435219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387918.post-26273635986774499852008-04-08T19:41:00.000+01:002008-04-08T19:41:00.000+01:00Dear Barbara, congratulations for your prize, so m...Dear Barbara, congratulations for your prize, so marvellously surrounded, as I imagine it, by the windy, gusty greenness of your country I loved so much.<BR/><BR/>Together with S.Heaney, talking about poetry again, my favourite poet is R.S. Thomas who lived " just down there" on the shores in front of you.<BR/>I paste one of his poems for you that is the shiver and great jolt of my life.<BR/>All my best, Davide<BR/><BR/>THE BRIGHT FIELD by R.S. Thomas<BR/><BR/>I have seen the sun break through<BR/>to illuminate a small field<BR/>for a while, and gone my way<BR/>and forgotten it. But that was the pearl<BR/>of great price, the one field that had<BR/>the treasure in it. I realize now<BR/>that I must give all that I have<BR/>to possess it. Life is not hurrying<BR/><BR/>on to a receding future, nor hankering after<BR/>an imagined past. It is the turning<BR/>aside like Moses to the miracle<BR/>of the lit bush, to a brightness<BR/>that seemed as transitory as your youth<BR/>once, but is the eternity that awaits you.Tommaso Gervasuttihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17137499390434949734noreply@blogger.com