tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886916714935145606.post2195942394457160926..comments2024-03-08T10:56:46.432-08:00Comments on On Being Simply True: When lilacs....S Kay Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09631953082915369422noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886916714935145606.post-21458500829529970592017-03-11T15:04:20.598-08:002017-03-11T15:04:20.598-08:00Art, funny you should say that. Last night I start...Art, funny you should say that. Last night I started reading We Leave the Safety of the Sea. Those poems have power and poignancy at the same time, and I keep re-reading them trying to figure out how you do it. "The Haircut" just gut punched me. (My daughter, the poet, tells me that's what good poetry should do.) Thank you for your kind words. Nurture those contemplative moods; that's how the light gets in, as Leonard Cohen would say.S Kay Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09631953082915369422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886916714935145606.post-51517877135839694032017-03-11T10:57:47.579-08:002017-03-11T10:57:47.579-08:00A beautiful essay full of memories and critters an...A beautiful essay full of memories and critters and flowers and beauty, Kay. Thank you for it. I've been reading Late in the Day: Poems 2010-2014 by Ursula K. LeGuin and her poetry have put me in a contemplative mood which your essay dovetailed right into. What a great morning for me too. Art Elserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02381522167763513798noreply@blogger.com