I suspect there are massive: I suspect there are massive stars somewhere that really, really envy the splendid brilliance of this series of poems. You are showing us all how quality can be achieved.
This poem not only:
This poem not only describes a landscape, but it inhabits a metaphysical condition. It seems to ask: what happens when the world is emptied of life, filled with echoes of intellect, and ruled by a physics that remembers what we forget? and overarching insight is that we live in an idea constructed by naively animated hands, feels both mystical and damning. There’s existential weariness behind that observation, something Beckett-like, even childlike: the world built carelessly by makers unsure of their own blueprint. Yet even in its unreliable nature, it offers “magnificent wonder.”
This summer is witnessing a: This summer is witnessing a very impressive flowering of GREAT poems, and I am glad to have survived to see them unfold. Thank you for that.
With this very classical: With this very classical poem, you take a rightful place among those Poets---including Homer and Vergil---who have defined the existence of the Muses.
It is a privilege to hear: It is a privilege to hear this but still not sure how many voices would agree.
The only consolation is that though most if not all these wonders have no physical remains left,
just like poems, they live on in hearts and souls and a select few in curricula around the world.
Thank you, most humbly, S74r5p4r3d
RBK
So glad that the lozenge: So glad that the lozenge sized bullet points didn't detract.
Taking a bow and arrow rather than a bow and curtsy, perhaps both...
it's hunting season!
Of course, dear StarSpared;: Of course, dear StarSpared; who am I to deny such instructions. Let the poem do its work, the poet's work has already been done.
Each member of the cosmic: Each member of the cosmic chorus, unique and yet one, sang with the expansive perspective, thundering realness and personal passion of themselves as well as the Source of all Creation.
Each voice was more mind-bending and gripping than the next and you culminated the symphony with an ethereal Love that cut deep . . . astonished me with raw Truth. The emotional aftermath was almost too beautiful to bear.
Bravo, maestro!
Rather than gush about: Rather than gush about the ABSOLUTE AND EXQUISITE VERBAL BEAUTY of this poem, I wll say, rather, this, which I am also going to leave as instructions to my family: if I am lucidly conscious at the hour of my death, I want this poem to be read to me as I get ready to soar out. If that cannot be done, I would like to have it read at my funeral . . . if you will give me permission in advance for that.
After setting a stage so: After setting a stage so sumptuous with meaning and calm, we enter the adorable alchemy and furry mysticism of the feline realm. . . and learn what authentic living is.
A masterclass in ultra innovative metaphors and evocative imagery and sage messaging and, oh hell, everything that the best of the best poetry should be!
Take a bow, ninja Poet!
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