tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post5588497014184744944..comments2024-03-29T00:37:50.644-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Poetry Friday - SeptemberTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-34734697418841750762016-09-13T21:59:12.145-04:002016-09-13T21:59:12.145-04:00What fun to imagine this same month, through the e...What fun to imagine this same month, through the eyes of Wordsworth, ninety-seven years ago. xxAmy LVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-91036624659038479162016-09-11T11:24:50.975-04:002016-09-11T11:24:50.975-04:00It's been hurricane-y and hot here, but Wordsw...It's been hurricane-y and hot here, but Wordsworth captures a fantasy of a perfect month. Ahhh, at the idea of it.Brenda at FriendlyFairyTaleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13368709489341876324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-56117623963374654242016-09-10T09:56:24.076-04:002016-09-10T09:56:24.076-04:00Me too! We haven't seen a September like this ...Me too! We haven't seen a September like this in a while. His poem has me longing for fall.Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-84809966187452681492016-09-10T08:45:22.754-04:002016-09-10T08:45:22.754-04:00He lost me on the second line. The end of summer h...He lost me on the second line. The end of summer here is brutally hot and dry -- the ground is cracking, grass dying, plants wilting (people, too).Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-40668429280115252652016-09-09T19:26:02.512-04:002016-09-09T19:26:02.512-04:00I must admit I needed to look for some of the name...I must admit I needed to look for some of the names. Wordsworth celebrates in his poetry, and refers to so many other words that I want to understand. It seems to be leaning toward autumn as tragedy, a mournful turn. Thanks, Tricia.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.com