Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Suitabilities and possibilities.

The New Yorker (April 5, 2004)

5 Comments:

Blogger ttractor said...

there is something terribly wrong with me. I don't like poetry. If you read it to me, I get it. But I can't read it to myself.

Except Mary Oliver. Thank you!

8:14 AM, March 01, 2006  
Blogger Dr. S said...

There's nothing wrong with you. I also have to hear most poetry to love it. I can get it on an academic level--can teach it, can turn it inside out and see how it works and even spot some of its beauties. But if I hear it, I often get enraptured.

But this poem turned up in the New Yorker at the end of a semi-rotten year and I loved it right away and now I have it back, so I wanted to share. Glad you liked it too.

8:25 AM, March 01, 2006  
Blogger four inches of ego said...

okay... this isn't strictly a comment, but the wife and i think dr. s rocks. hooray for you!!!!

10:02 AM, March 01, 2006  
Blogger Dr. S said...

Oh, thanks, kids! I appreciate that. I do my best to keep on rocking, as you know.

10:30 AM, March 01, 2006  
Blogger ttractor said...

(I whispered this poem to myself this AM at my desk before starting my day. yeah, you rock.)

12:15 PM, March 01, 2006  

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