Hi Sherman, I am writing you here because I usually show the Bill Moyers interview with you to introduce you to students. I cannot find it now. It used to be on PBS's site, but is no longer. I will look at your website, but can you tell me if it is still available?
We had an Anna Hummingbird that claimed the feeder on our back porch for about 4 years. He became very comfortable with us. Many times he would hover within a foot or two of my face for a few seconds, then move to the feeder. Connection to anything wild is so very special. I don't suppose your true name is "He who talks to the winged ones".
I’ve never started with the title. I have a bunch of “first lines” jotted down, which I suppose is similar but a title can be so much more then a first line. An excercise for another day!
Beautiful. I listened after I read it, and realized I hadn't caught there were three bless me's, not just two. And the "bless me again" as a finale makes the whole poem soar. Thank you again and again :)
Full of memories of childhood. A fluttering of wings oppressed, two small hearts beating in anticipation and fear of the next moment. This was it then. How different would it be now at old age.
Beautiful. I have included this poem in a course I teach. Is this poem published in any collections yet?
The delicacy of nature choosing to land when invited is certainly a blessing, a communion.
Thank you.
Ahh!! Thanks so much!
Thank you, Eunice.
Such simple yet such beautiful words.
I’m fast becoming a fan :)
Hey, that's very kind. Thank you, Michael.
Hi Sherman, I am writing you here because I usually show the Bill Moyers interview with you to introduce you to students. I cannot find it now. It used to be on PBS's site, but is no longer. I will look at your website, but can you tell me if it is still available?
https://youtu.be/X_F_jl3BE-k?si=EcRYl4AHVdUk4Im6
This is so lovely. I have felt that sweet loneliness, too.
Thank you, Rachel.
Sometime pigeons that I feed try to fly up and land on me. I cannot say that it makes me comfortable. I guess it is their manner of saying thank you.
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Love the idea of a sweet loneliness.
"Sweet loneliness" and "good grief" are cousins!
This is an incredibly beautiful poem, and not just because I love birds, and now, apparently Indians ;)
Hahahahahahhahaha
This is glimmering piece!
Thank you!
Geometry theorems At Bay
Hope is sometimes gull ible.
French fries are always gulpable.
Hahahaha
We had an Anna Hummingbird that claimed the feeder on our back porch for about 4 years. He became very comfortable with us. Many times he would hover within a foot or two of my face for a few seconds, then move to the feeder. Connection to anything wild is so very special. I don't suppose your true name is "He who talks to the winged ones".
Nope, not my name!
I’ve never started with the title. I have a bunch of “first lines” jotted down, which I suppose is similar but a title can be so much more then a first line. An excercise for another day!
Maybe try the Shakespeare title search. Go to this site, think up a random word, search for it, and then look for a title among the results.
https://www.opensourceshakespeare.org
Excellent, thanks!
Nice. I hope a bird flies to your open hand soon.
That would be great!
Beautiful. I listened after I read it, and realized I hadn't caught there were three bless me's, not just two. And the "bless me again" as a finale makes the whole poem soar. Thank you again and again :)
Thank you! I like the waterfall effect of splitting the second "bless me" in half with "bless" on one line and "me" on the next line.
Full of memories of childhood. A fluttering of wings oppressed, two small hearts beating in anticipation and fear of the next moment. This was it then. How different would it be now at old age.
Thank you for that lovely response.