tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post4158410422342534187..comments2024-03-28T21:28:10.066-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Poetry Friday - Acquainted with the NightTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-86494587077040873202014-11-08T18:45:38.343-05:002014-11-08T18:45:38.343-05:00The early afternoon darkness that the time change ...The early afternoon darkness that the time change brings makes this feel like a very NOVEMBERY poem. Lots of friends have lost parents or loved ones recently. They are walking in darkness and are acquainted with the night. I'll set out a candle for them.Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-90118040481907086662014-11-08T12:39:00.671-05:002014-11-08T12:39:00.671-05:00My favorite lines:
And further still at an unear...My favorite lines: <br /><br />And further still at an unearthly height,<br />One luminary clock against the sky<br />Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. <br /><br />I love the idea of time being neither wrong nor right, but just what is is.Joyce Rayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02905709719444916488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-73915015804314185382014-11-07T19:18:40.553-05:002014-11-07T19:18:40.553-05:00Like Diane, I feel the isolation and loneliness in...Like Diane, I feel the isolation and loneliness in this poem. Although the insomniac in me also recognizes that there is that late night sense of careful rumination ,too. That part I do enjoy!Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13626451110946889157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-78769963305328669072014-11-07T14:50:08.443-05:002014-11-07T14:50:08.443-05:00I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have...<i>I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.<br />I have outwalked the furthest city light.</i><br /><br />Everything about this poem makes me cold and lonely--from the rain to the clock high above. Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-16751088802097877302014-11-07T13:28:46.422-05:002014-11-07T13:28:46.422-05:00*snort* There's poetry peer pressure, Tricia!?...*snort* There's poetry peer pressure, Tricia!?<br />Well, I'm glad you got to post what you wanted today; I LOVE this one, and should probably work on memorizing it, since it's a quick one.tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.com