| = In the land of fairies|
John Willy Kopperud
| I chose to comment what I regard as your best effort. Here you seem to be preoccupied with both the mire and the beauty simultaneously. That is also the case with The Poet as you quite correctly pointed out. The intellectual/storyteller/|
poet must face up to both the gore and the glory at the same time.
To be whole he also has to be crosseyed.
Your comment to Trees is a bit beside the point. Yes I'm an admirer of trees and nature, but also of cities and suburbs. Being young in the suburb is really the centre of that poem.
Warm thanks for both your responses.
Cheerio. (I too love the taste of that tree).