tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post7355229675234964781..comments2024-03-23T20:37:37.891-07:00Comments on First Known When Lost: A Finger Pointing To The MoonStephen Pentzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-36119276857726285102014-12-08T01:35:17.801-08:002014-12-08T01:35:17.801-08:00MVH: I greatly appreciate your kind words. Thank ...MVH: I greatly appreciate your kind words. Thank you very much. I am always grateful (and flattered and humbled) to discover that what I post here may be of value to others. I'm pleased that you are a regular visitor, and I hope you will keep returning.<br /><br />Thank you again.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-17905247186643362542014-12-07T13:33:14.576-08:002014-12-07T13:33:14.576-08:00Hello Stephen
I've never commented previously ...Hello Stephen<br />I've never commented previously but have often read your blog. I'm really grateful to you for writing and compiling it, I find it wonderfully thoughtful and helpful in clarifying some of my own wonderings. <br />with warm regard<br />MVHAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-52153450893770289002014-12-04T12:20:56.671-08:002014-12-04T12:20:56.671-08:00Fred: I'm pleased you had the same thought. ...Fred: I'm pleased you had the same thought. Perhaps it is the phrase "our sordid turbid time" which subconsciously chimed with "a sordid boon" somewhere in our memories? In any event, I agree that the poems read well in tandem.<br /><br />As for poetry being the finger or the moon, I concur with you that, despite Blyth's comparison, a poem can sometimes be a free-standing, existing object (I'm not certain that's the best word) in itself -- i.e., the moon.<br /><br />As always, thank you very much for your thoughts, and for stopping by.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-37031693012554164572014-12-04T07:37:47.350-08:002014-12-04T07:37:47.350-08:00Stephen,
Must be some sort of energy flow going o...Stephen,<br /><br />Must be some sort of energy flow going on here. As I read Hopkins' "The Sea and the Skylark," I immediately thought of another poem--you'll never guess what it was. It begins: "The world is too much. . ." <br /><br />Imagine my surprise when the next poem started out "The World..."<br /><br />The last two stanzas of Hopkins poem and the first four lines of Wordsworth's poem must be read in tandem. <br /><br />Is poetry the finger or the moon?<br />Sometimes I get confused.Fredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10233846613173866140noreply@blogger.com