A poet in a bad mood can ruin a reputation, as T.S. Eliot did for April when he called it "the cruellest month", adding an extra letter l for emphasis. I prefer what Robert Frost had to say about April in is his poem "Two Tramps in Mud Time." Mud time is what rural people … Continue reading April: Poetry & Mud
Went for a walk today along the river. Took my camera.
Beauty and Truth Windows let in spring's bare light, the early drab before leaf and petal glamorize the season. I must refrain from reason now-- this art a beautiful indirection that gets somewhere somehow, that lets virtue bloom, crocuses gaudily there. To be moved by presence made excessive, a thing come true. John Kaufman