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This post is a very good reminder. I think I will read some of those poems. I'm looking forward to "...the time of the singing of birds..." I watch a squirrel every day out my front window but he doesn't sing. It's so quiet in the cold snow.
posted by
TAPS.
on January 30, 2020 at 7:19 PM
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That's beautifully written. Thank you. It takes a special talent to write of things in nature. 
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on January 30, 2020 at 3:04 PM
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And it truly reminds me of that is I'm happy to be alive, thank you.
posted by
Poly_Art
on January 30, 2020 at 11:55 AM
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Well it would be nice to feel like she writes. To awaken the hidden joy in life is of course very special.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 30, 2020 at 10:50 AM
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so corret that I ache to spend time away from the madding crowd. I do try but it keeps intruding on my retreat and dragging me back to pay bills, to buy groceries, to hear of Wiley enduring yet another fall.
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Kabu
on January 30, 2020 at 9:07 AM
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Re: FormerStudentIntern
She's one poet who sells whatever she writes, a sought-after professor. This is rare in publishing, only a handful of poets actually make a living at it.
posted by
Pat_B
on January 30, 2020 at 6:24 AM
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Unfortunately, I've never read her work, but I've read that she was a great poet, indeed.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on January 30, 2020 at 6:13 AM
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