Sunday, March 09, 2008
Robert Graves' "The Portrait"
I added this poem to my blog as a permanent addition today just under my "About Me" section. When I read it, it struck me as though it were written about me. At least, I wish some man had written it about me; I feel this way so often. I feel like I stick out by not sticking out, if that makes any sense. I know for a fact I'm looking for the man who is different, too. I don't know if he's out there. I keep hoping, sort of in fits and starts, that he is.
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Just red a poem by a Swedish poet, Thomas Tranströmer, who by the way got the Nobel Prize in literature this year.
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“The Glade
In the midst of the forest there is an unexpected glade witch can only be found by one who’s got lost ….”
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I will have to find this poem. I had heard he'd won the Nobel, but I have not read any of his work. I am still looking for my glade, I guess, but I'm definitely "one who's got lost." Thanks so much for the comment. And the hug. :)
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