If I wasn't under the thumb of a certain lady, Patrick, I'd avoid barbers also.
To think of the books I might have afforded...
A moment ago I decided my inbox showed emails weren't getting out, but I now see
I have to scan it differently from before.
Sorry about double posting, folks.
In the heyday of Practical Criticism, my colleagues would use a neat sheet to
confront students with: I Look into My Glass (Hardy), a Graves poem which noted
his battered image in the mirror, and one by Ben Jonson, On My Picture Left in
Scotland. These much neater lyrics of aging have been coming to mind since 1980
or so. Hardy ends on his still having 'the throbbings of noontide'.
M
Quoting Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>:
> Max made me wonder how much longer I will have any hair at all
> Cheers Patrick
> Ps I have been only one to a barber since 1965 learnt to cut my own -(gawd
> they say!)
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Max Richards
> Sent: 06 December 2011 21:19
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> Subject: snap: in the mirror
>
> In the Mirror
>
>
> When young, I must have stared
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