It's a bucking poem, Barry. I had to read it in two moods to catch it: the
night mood and the morning mood. The line that stood out for me (by itself,
that is), was 'One can rarely read people’s hearts.' Rarely would be good!
Andrew
On 22 April 2011 11:15, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> I like it Barry; the little turns of phrase & between languages...
>
> & a ense of Rohmer's own vision, so far removed in its way...
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> Doug
> On 2011-04-20, at 1:08 PM, Barry Alpert wrote:
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> > CONTE d’HIVER
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> Douglas Barbour
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> http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/
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> Latest books:
> Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
> http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
> Wednesdays'
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> http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-from-aboveground-press_10.html
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> Just a late night pilgrim
> Looking for redemption in the underground.
> Lord, won't you help a late night pilgrim
> When the morning comes around.
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> Tift Merritt
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Andrew
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