tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370181939017578161.post2168112645906926442..comments2023-08-13T09:04:51.674-04:00Comments on poetry passion: Perfectly Heartbrokenpkcypherthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837822081159657095noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370181939017578161.post-40214540073299318882011-09-11T08:46:19.640-04:002011-09-11T08:46:19.640-04:00This is what I appreciate about poetry. When you r...This is what I appreciate about poetry. When you read the poem that addresses where you are at the moment, receiving the message can be quite profound and meaningful. Thank you, Marie, for sharing your heartfelt reaction.pkcypherthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12837822081159657095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370181939017578161.post-9298221799055563182011-09-02T13:49:46.406-04:002011-09-02T13:49:46.406-04:00I was not sure I would be able to comment on Regin...I was not sure I would be able to comment on Reginald Gibbons' poem, or on Mary Oliver's piece, either, as I have recently been "perfectly heartbroken, perfectly wild." (And nearly "perfectly finished," too.) I remember listening to a recording of Mary Oliver's reading of "Pobiddy, Georgia" during one of our gatherings at Pam's place. But this time, these last notes struck hard. My heart was not raw and full of needles as it is now --and this for various reasons. Now that it is, the wilderness that Oliver associates with grief makes perfect sense. I would add some form of inner rage,a burning(Gibbons mentions a flame), that civilization has trained us to stomp on, to crush. Civilization can be a moron on occasion, as there are times when we need to let go. Let the hair flow, let the tears fly, let the "sound of the heart," as Gibbons puts it, be.marie-johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05798554105777034828noreply@blogger.com