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January 19, 2010, 08:19:51 PM »
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Lavonne Westbrooks
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/081.html
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January 19, 2010, 08:29:26 PM »
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Peter.R
I agree, Lavonne, exquisite indeed
A poem, I reckon, that one can re-read and see different angles of meaning. Hadn't heard of Ted Kooser before, I shall have to explore more of his work
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February 06, 2010, 07:37:29 AM »
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Ros B
Ted Kooser is one of my favourites - I think he only really does one sort of poem, but he does it extremely well.
Ros
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February 06, 2010, 09:13:17 AM »
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Tom Riordan
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This is a love poem in which the poet's imagination flies far from his own experience.
After Years
Ted Kooser
Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding only
a handful of leaves, and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small green spot
on the astronomer's retina
as he stood on the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.
I keep trying to read this as a love poem, as prompted - and it does have that air - but it keeps coming out for me as a horrible narrative of dying. So a love poem to life, maybe, to formerly having had some one to tell...
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February 06, 2010, 11:18:28 AM »
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Lavonne Westbrooks
I took death from this poem as well. Perhaps it is the death of a relationship or the physical death of a mate. Either way, I was moved.
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February 06, 2010, 11:27:33 AM »
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Tom Riordan
Finally, I thought the N's own death. When I read as a mate, then I thought "Not only do you have people to tell, you just told them." Of course, there's "tell" and there's "tell," and all this is the richness of the poem's tone, but I ended up reading the voice of just-died himself.
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