tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post6001824779480602212..comments2024-03-23T20:37:37.891-07:00Comments on First Known When Lost: "November Eves"Stephen Pentzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-25102128703709839802012-11-26T14:46:09.692-08:002012-11-26T14:46:09.692-08:00Chris: I think that you are exactly right, and I a...Chris: I think that you are exactly right, and I agree that "exquisite" is perfectly apt. <br /><br />Flecker's poems can at times be a bit archaic in vocabulary and diction, and there was a time when the appearance of "Harlequins" would have made the "modernist" (I hate that word) in me go on alert. When "violins" appeared, I would definitely have been on alert. However, I have long ago (I hope) weaned myself of "modernism." I now have no problem whatsoever finding "Harlequins" and "violins" exquisite!<br /><br />I appreciate your stopping by again. It's always good to hear from you.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-68857090621633747362012-11-26T09:48:58.344-08:002012-11-26T09:48:58.344-08:00Wow -- why do I love the rhyme of "harlequins...Wow -- why do I love the rhyme of "harlequins" and "violins" so much? I hate the overuse of this word, but, it strikes me as exquisite in the truest sense.Chris Matarazzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17885109959459471509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-68166613475616202022012-11-26T08:00:02.360-08:002012-11-26T08:00:02.360-08:00acornmoon: thank you for visiting again, and for y...acornmoon: thank you for visiting again, and for your thought. Sometimes emotions feel that way (not all of the time), I think.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-49571163625151295572012-11-25T08:43:58.052-08:002012-11-25T08:43:58.052-08:00"The sort of emotion that sank down into your..."The sort of emotion that sank down into your bones decades ago, without your knowing it" I love that!Acornmoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14982884920388966786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-9372535059668927312012-11-24T08:00:07.696-08:002012-11-24T08:00:07.696-08:00Bovey Belle: I'm pleased that you like the poe...Bovey Belle: I'm pleased that you like the poems and the poets. I agree: that is a lovely line by Flecker.<br /><br />As ever, thank you for stopping by.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-34705621286929725332012-11-24T05:19:56.837-08:002012-11-24T05:19:56.837-08:00Thank you for introducing me to two more new-to-me...Thank you for introducing me to two more new-to-me poets. I love the glimpse into past lives . . .<br /><br />"Now fire chased shadow round the room" - how eloquent.Bovey Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13117332471600275100noreply@blogger.com