dave,
I have very little knowledge of whom bc is, and i'd likely let her be
embarassed, i think that henry by using
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Maple seedlings twirl out of the reddening leaves
out of the blue cerulean onto ochre bricks
in the clear wonder of one autumn day
everything blushes toward the fall to come
But the road in my mind ends among some birches
somewhere in Siberia white on white
their limbs garnered into icebound sheaves
...
(seedlings) reddening, blue cerulean, ochre and finally bricks
(with a blushes echoed by birches)
is able to create a vivid image to lead us to that
white on white -untouched-
and here is my praise for the strong change taking place with simple
mastery,
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> Well, yes, come to speak of it, it is. We have things like:
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> >out of the blue cerulean onto ochre bricks
> >in the clear wonder of one autumn day
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> which are awful, Barbara Cartland would have been embarrassed by lines
like
> those. At the same time there's some wonderful stuff in it, I particularly
> like its 'timing'. I don't see the point of having poetry lists unless one
> can talk freely about things, otherwise they become a sham.
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> Best
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> Dave
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> David Bircumshaw
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> Leicester, England
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> Home Page
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> A Chide's Alphabet
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> Painting Without Numbers
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> http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/index.htm
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