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day 14 of Thanksgiving ~
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Britton Gildersleeve
Today’s a bittersweet thank-you. A poet I love dearly — Jack Gilbert — died yesterday. Gilbert was one of the (many) poets who helped me shape my own craft. But even had I not also been a writer, I don’t see how I could have not loved his work. Loved the quiet accommodation to his…
still learning from the student ~
By
Britton Gildersleeve
And no one exists alone….We must love one another or die. ~ Auden A dear former student just posted a line of Auden to my FaceBook: We must love one another or die. It’s from the poem “September 1, 1939,” one of my favourites. Sitting in a cafe, surrounded by friends who are quietly writing, I…
poetry time, or, when names are poetry ~
By
Britton Gildersleeve
“…in Micmac … some trees ‘are named for the sound the wind makes when it blows through them during the autumn, about an hour after sunset when the wind always comes from a certain direction. Moreover, these names are not fixed but change as the sound changes.” ~ as qtd. in Elizabeth Seay, Searching for…
take one poem & call me in the morning ~
By
Britton Gildersleeve
I’ve written recently about how politics is personal for me. So is poetry, but it doesn’t come out the same way. And lately, as I become increasingly aware of the futility of trying to get people to see both sides of an issue, I wonder if I wasn’t right to stick with poetry for so…
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