(Yes, I finished two books in the space of 20 minutes. So what, I've been working on these all week.)
God, this is an amazing book. I was so interested in my response to this book, too--I was telling my therapist, I found this book incredibly inspirational, but not so much poetically as spiritually. There's a lot in his poetic technique that I admire, particularly his ability to punch the reader in the chest in the last line, but overall this book doesn't make me want to leap for my notebook and write the way other poetry books I love do. This book, instead, makes me want to go out and lay in a field and look at moon and love the world. I've never had that so much with poetry. Well, Gilgamesh. But other than that. Yeah, I absolutely adore this book. And, although I could type up another half dozen poems here for you to enjoy, I'm going to leave you with one more.
-----
Each night before going to bed, I bend over my sons and kiss them while they sleep. I like to kiss their lips when their faces are slack; I like to lay my cheek on theirs and smell their breath. There is no other life. Last night my wife was waiting up to make love, but she'd already fallen asleep when I crawled in beside her. The sheets were warm; she must have been lying on my side of the bed. The baby called out from the other room, but I could tell he was happy. I don't know which of us fell asleep first.
God, this is an amazing book. I was so interested in my response to this book, too--I was telling my therapist, I found this book incredibly inspirational, but not so much poetically as spiritually. There's a lot in his poetic technique that I admire, particularly his ability to punch the reader in the chest in the last line, but overall this book doesn't make me want to leap for my notebook and write the way other poetry books I love do. This book, instead, makes me want to go out and lay in a field and look at moon and love the world. I've never had that so much with poetry. Well, Gilgamesh. But other than that. Yeah, I absolutely adore this book. And, although I could type up another half dozen poems here for you to enjoy, I'm going to leave you with one more.
-----
Each night before going to bed, I bend over my sons and kiss them while they sleep. I like to kiss their lips when their faces are slack; I like to lay my cheek on theirs and smell their breath. There is no other life. Last night my wife was waiting up to make love, but she'd already fallen asleep when I crawled in beside her. The sheets were warm; she must have been lying on my side of the bed. The baby called out from the other room, but I could tell he was happy. I don't know which of us fell asleep first.
no subject
Date: 2007-08-10 06:59 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-08-10 01:19 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-08-10 03:27 pm (UTC)From:I think you will be right.