Ordinarily I don’t publish so much poetry at Theoria-press, and instead try to provide mostly essays with an odd poem or sonnet occasionally interspersed among them.
A moment can occur when one feels this as a remembrance of looking for four-lead clovers as a little boy. All at once the stillness came upon us. We saw into infinity. It was like seeing things for the first time. These moments happen especially today when childhood is highly prized as an object of attention.
Utterly excellent sonnet, with a definite impression.
A moment can occur when one feels this as a remembrance of looking for four-lead clovers as a little boy. All at once the stillness came upon us. We saw into infinity. It was like seeing things for the first time. These moments happen especially today when childhood is highly prized as an object of attention.
Utterly excellent sonnet, with a definite impression.
thank you, Steve; I'm reminded of these lines by Wordsworth:
...While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.