Thursday, June 26, 2014

Memory

I've been reading Penelope Lively's Dancing Fish and Ammonites in which she has much to say about aging.  Much to say about memory.   Is memory the roux which thickens poetry?  
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  1. Susan E. GangelJune 26, 2014 at 10:29 AM

    Laughter was somewhere
    I heard it in the shrieks of hungry gulls

    the cobblestones of the beach
    as we sat on our blankets

    warming, on our way to the water
    her feet as she left us for a moment

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