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So the poem is still incomplete, though I did add some lines later. It is only February; there may be time yet to complete it by July. Meanwhile, if you miss talking to a friend on a non-friendship day during non-July – write again, for no reason at all – here is my unfinished poem.
“The poet… brings the whole soul of man into activity …. imagination the soul that is everywhere … and forms all into one graceful and intelligent whole.” Coleridge: Biographica Literaria ch. xi...
An abandoned lover tries not to take their distress too seriously
The Pulitzer prize winner reflects on losing her father and finding a partner, in book that combines essay and memoir
View Comments When Dr. Norman E. Rosenthal left his home in South Africa years ago he turned to poetry without fully realizing he was coping. “Toward the end of medical school, I was going to leave home, to leave my family behind," Rosenthal recalled. “I had my life, my young son – I had everything in front of me. I denied and minimized the pain of the people I was leaving behind. “It was this poem ('[Traveler, your footprints]' by Antonio Machado) that was like a lightning rod that conducted those feelings to a deep part of my psyche.”