tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738347264016239879.post7305511973156361810..comments2023-09-18T04:18:15.914-05:00Comments on Mr. Micawber Enters The Internets: What is Wrong With Poetry(#2)micawber'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16978812467040376059noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738347264016239879.post-71050913993767587572013-10-15T17:07:06.572-05:002013-10-15T17:07:06.572-05:00"But I saw you too, and loved you, and love y..."But I saw you too, and loved you, and love you still, in these places."<br /><br />The sentence above made me think about the poem we read this week by Jane Hirshfield called "First Light Edging Cirrus." (Sorry I couldn't figure out how to write the scientific notation for septillion and 10 to the 25th power.)<br /> <br />10[to 25th power] molecules <br />are enough <br />to call woodthrush or apple. <br /><br />A hummingbird, fewer. <br />A wristwatch: 10[to the 24th power]. <br /><br />An alphabet's molecules, <br />tasting of honey, iron, and salt, <br />cannot be counted— <br /><br />as some strings, untouched, <br />sound when a near one is speaking. <br /><br />As it was when love slipped inside us. <br />It looked out face to face in every direction. <br /><br />Then it was inside the tree, the rock, the cloud. <br /><br />~jaceyJaceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07835431483565124058noreply@blogger.com