tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post8667048652362939720..comments2024-03-23T20:37:37.891-07:00Comments on First Known When Lost: Our PlaceStephen Pentzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-4763595081210419582019-12-03T22:54:45.990-08:002019-12-03T22:54:45.990-08:00George: Thank you very much for those thoughts. ...George: Thank you very much for those thoughts. I agree: a feeling of bleakness is not necessarily a thing to avoid (nor is it avoidable, despite our efforts). <br /><br />Your reference to Ransom's poem sent me to his Selected Poems (the 1969 "Third Edition, Revised and Enlarged"). As you know, he was wont to revisit and recast his poems, and the poem you mention received this treatment: from "Conrad in Twilight" to "Conrad Sits in Twilight" to "Master's in the Garden Again." I'm surmising that your reference is to the passage containing these two lines (which survive intact from the first version to the last): "Autumn days in our section/Are the most used-up thing on earth." It is indeed a fine passage, and those are lovely lines. Very apt.<br /><br />It's nice to hear from you again. Thank you for visiting.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-50054338967400440862019-12-01T21:55:04.418-08:002019-12-01T21:55:04.418-08:00Nikki: You're welcome. I'm pleased you l...Nikki: You're welcome. I'm pleased you liked it. As always, thank you for stopping by.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-60765163790280201472019-12-01T18:18:20.216-08:002019-12-01T18:18:20.216-08:00The last two days we raked a fair number of leaves...The last two days we raked a fair number of leaves to the curb, and today it rained--a cold rain. I found myself thinking of the end of John Crowe Ransom's poem Conrad in Twilight.<br /><br />Embracing a feeling of bleakness seems reasonable to me. Welcoming it may be a luxury for those of us assured of a sound roof and a warm house. Still, a lot of us do welcome this weather.<br /><br /><br />Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14819154529261482038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-24904476790256360802019-12-01T08:50:48.256-08:002019-12-01T08:50:48.256-08:00Thank you for this blog.Thank you for this blog.Nikkihttp://www.fridaville.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-54023676329136920832019-11-27T16:41:54.294-08:002019-11-27T16:41:54.294-08:00Ms. Vass: Thank you very much. I'm happy you...Ms. Vass: Thank you very much. I'm happy you liked the post, and the poems. I'm fond of them, particularly "Reciprocity," so I'm pleased they resonate with you as well. As always, thank you for visiting.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-89588321355446905272019-11-27T16:36:05.788-08:002019-11-27T16:36:05.788-08:00Jane: It's good to hear from you again. Than...Jane: It's good to hear from you again. Thank you very much for your kind words.<br /><br />Thank you for sharing the lovely lines from Roy Campbell, which are new to me. (I have only encountered a few of his poems in anthologies. I have often told myself that I need to explore his poetry further.) I found the poem on the Internet in order to read the rest of it -- I was pleased to find the line about the geese "harnessed to the moon": autumn is not autumn without geese overhead.<br /><br />Thank you for the holiday wishes. They don't seem early: tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day over here, when the holiday season begins in earnest -- a few of the houses in my neighborhood are already decorated with Christmas lights! Merry Christmas and Happy new year to you as well.Stephen Pentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14882220887712092005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-19878440773720752282019-11-25T03:37:33.554-08:002019-11-25T03:37:33.554-08:00You speak of gifts that arrive unexpectedly, and t...You speak of gifts that arrive unexpectedly, and this was one, perfectly timed in my inbox. I was so moved by it. All all of these are new to me and will be treasured. Deborah Vasshttp://www.deborahvass.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010170380967519230.post-2621375994811516172019-11-25T02:09:01.792-08:002019-11-25T02:09:01.792-08:00Dear Stephen,
It is a while since I have left a co...Dear Stephen,<br />It is a while since I have left a comment but I have still been enjoying every one of your inspiring posts.<br />I am sure you already know the poem but when I find myself grieving for the loss of leaves from the trees, I remember this first verse:<br /><br />Autumn Roy Campbell<br /><br />I love to see when leaves depart,<br />The clear anatomy arrive,<br />Winter, the paragon of art,<br />That kills all forms of life and feeling<br />Save what is pure and will survive.<br /><br />I love the clear beauty of branches and twigs, especially against the skyline of the West Country's smooth hills.<br /><br />It is a little early but here's to a Happy Christmas and New Year,<br />with all best wishes, JaneJane the Bookladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01674464753702292288noreply@blogger.com