Monthly Archives: February 2019

Wednesday,  February 27,  2019 “I want to be famous to shuffling men who smile while crossing streets,” One of the deep blessings of writing and posting on the “Work Day/Hard Time Poetry list” often arrives as a surprise, sent to … Continue reading →

Monday,  February 25, “When Thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride” We are a university, where people listen, take each other seriously.  When I taught full-time, some students told me one day that … Continue reading →

Wednesday, February 20,    “Beautiful is the new snow falling in the yard and the fox who is staring boldly up the path to the door. And still I believe you will come, Lord” I have not posted this Mary … Continue reading →

Monday,  February 18 Why, I wonder this morning, have I never posted one of Wendell Berry’s poems?   He has written great and supple poetry since, at least, the early 1960s, poems and novels and essays about the land and … Continue reading →

Friday,  February 15, 2019 “Before I built a wall I’d ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense.” It’s hard to walk through a full day without hearing … Continue reading →

Wednesday, February 13, 2019   “There will be daffodils in the Back Bay” view from my Detroit window – December 2007             Boston is my second city, after Motown. I’ve lived there 7 different times, … Continue reading →

February 10, 2019  –  “a mutual commitment to noticing” Over 4 decades of kinship, Connie de Biase and I partnered in a mutual commitment to noticing.   Now that she’s left us,  I miss her most on Saturday mornings when driving … Continue reading →

Friday, February 8, 2019 “It turns out that Williams, despite fragile health in his later years, mentored younger poets at his home. One of them was Denise Levertov, a favorite of yours.”   George Danko to jstsj  May 22, 2018 George  and … Continue reading →

Wednesday,  February 6, 2019 “The subject of today’s investigation is things that don’t move themselves. They need to be helped along,” I’ve been on the road: DC,  Baltimore, and a mildly harrowing connection via Atlanta during Super Bowl Sunday to … Continue reading →