tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689671.post115472324336695276..comments2024-01-04T02:20:14.170+01:00Comments on Chamber of Secrets: somewhere never travelledTheklahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068144182099086220noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689671.post-7336407761591476722007-04-26T16:27:00.000+02:002007-04-26T16:27:00.000+02:00Hello, billyhowlThank you very much for your poeti...Hello, billyhowl<BR/>Thank you very much for your poetic reply/commentary. I had actually not been introduced to this poet before, but this poem grabbed me straight away. I have now ordered a collection of his poems. Looking forward to that.<BR/><BR/>sincerely, <BR/>TheklaTheklahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10068144182099086220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689671.post-13341575147991476022007-04-09T22:01:00.000+02:002007-04-09T22:01:00.000+02:00Happened onto your blog when I was checking out wh...Happened onto your blog when I was checking out who listed "Growth of the Soil" as a favorite book. Thought you might like this poet if you haven't already been introduced.<BR/><BR/>sincerely,<BR/>billy<BR/><BR/><BR/>Failing and Flying <BR/>by Jack Gilbert<BR/><BR/>Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.<BR/><BR/>It's the same when love comes to an end,<BR/><BR/>or the marriage fails and people say<BR/><BR/>they knew it was a mistake, that everybody<BR/><BR/>said it would never work. That she was <BR/><BR/>old enough to know better. But anything<BR/><BR/>worth doing is worth doing badly.<BR/><BR/>Like being there by that summer ocean<BR/><BR/>on the other side of the island while<BR/><BR/>love was fading out of her, the stars <BR/><BR/>burning so extravagantly those nights that<BR/><BR/>anyone could tell you they would never last.<BR/><BR/>Every morning she was asleep in my bed<BR/><BR/>like a visitation, the gentleness in her<BR/><BR/>like antelope standing in the dawn mist.<BR/><BR/>Each afternoon I watched her coming back<BR/><BR/>through the hot stony field after swimming,<BR/><BR/>the sea light behind her and the huge sky<BR/><BR/>on the other side of that. Listened to her<BR/><BR/>while we ate lunch. How can they say <BR/><BR/>the marriage failed? Like the people who<BR/><BR/>came back from Provence (when it was Provence)<BR/><BR/>and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.<BR/><BR/>I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,<BR/><BR/>but just coming to the end of his triumph.Billy Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13418687613478926097noreply@blogger.com