Good going, Robin! I like the way you bring the (balanced) sentences to
the line & the stanza, & the whole thing moves smoothly. Unusual skill
these days. Reminds me of a poem by Linda Bierds I read in last week's New
Yorker, titled "1934". It struck me as "Mandelshtamian" or Acmeist in its
cool balance of radiance and reserve. I wish I could find it on the web to
post here, but it doesn't seem to be available at the NYorker site.
Henry
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