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The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop: A Memoir, a History
My review: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show......"
That book is wonderful.

Homage to Bashō
DAVID LEHMAN
The butterfly dips
its wings in aroma of
violet wild orchid.
Red plums of summer,
first green figs, so many ears
of corn eaten raw.
Leaves that left the trees
are litter now on the ground
in orange and yellow.
No one on this road
but me: It must be autumn
in the dark country.
Comes the freeze, and rain
falls all through the night and soaks
the morning paper.
Winter blows its white
storms across the hills: Even
monkeys need raincoats.
The spring night vanished
while we talked among cherry
blossoms and petals.
SOURCE: ATLANTIC MONTHLY,
NOVEMBER 2020


Burning the Old Year
BY NAOMI SHIHAB NYE
Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.
So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers.
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.
SOURCE: https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...

https://www.lesswrong.com/posts/7hFeM...

I thoroughly enjoyed Artic Dreams, and it was thirty years ago when I first read it and encountered Lopez. I have it to read, which..."
John, he was a very special person.

Cynda, very thoughtful requests from this new year!

These lines especially ... "This is the feast of our mortality,
The most mundane and human holiday."
New Year’s
by Dana Gioia
Let other mornings honor the miraculous.
Eternity has festivals enough.
This is the feast of our mortality,
The most mundane and human holiday.
On other days we misinterpret time,
Pretending that we live the present moment.
But can this blur, this smudgy in-between,
This tiny fissure where the future drips
Into the past, this flyspeck we call now
Be our true habitat? The present is
The leaky palm of water that we skim
From the swift, silent river slipping by.
The new year always brings us what we want
Simply by bringing us along—to see
A calendar with every day uncrossed,
A field of snow without a single footprint.
SOURCE: https://www.garrisonkeillor.com/radio...


The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss."
So good, John.

The Things
by Donald Hall
When I walk in my house I see pictures,
bought long ago, framed and hanging
— de Kooning, Arp, Laurencin, Henry Moore —
that I’ve cherish..."
For me, Donald Hall is such a poet of the later parts of our life. I'm sure that's because I didn't read much poetry until the later part of my own life.

AULD LANG SYNE
S..."
Carol, it is so worth just reading the poem ... of course, I still hear the music in my mind as I read it ...

The Things
by Donald Hall
When I walk in my house I see pictures,
bought long ago, framed and hanging
— de Kooning, Arp, Laurencin, Henry Moore —
that I’ve cherished and stared at for years,
yet my eyes keep returning to the masters
of the trivial — a white stone perfectly round,
tiny lead models of baseball players, a cowbell,
a broken great-grandmother’s rocker,
a dead dog’s toy — valueless, unforgettable
detritus that my children will throw away
as I did my mother’s souvenirs of trips
with my dead father. Kodaks of kittens,
and bundles of cards from her mother Kate.
https://www.garrisonkeillor.com/radio...

Sher, I wonder if you, John, or others h..."''
John, I do have that book of haiku also, and it's just great.

Sher, I wonder if you, John, or others have read any poetry by James Tate. I buy so few volumes of poetry by modern poets, but I bought one of his a few years back. It was The Eternal Ones of the Dream: Selected Poems, 1990-2010. In truth, I bought it because it was marked down a lot ... but after I read most of it, I would have paid full price for it.

is it Robert Hass perhaps? I haven't read any of his own poetry, but I do have this book that he edited: The Essential Haiku: Versions of Basho, Buson, and Issa
Larry

John, thank you.

Carol, thank you!

Can you tell me about your wife's name? I have never heard of the name Cina be..."
The Sicilian nickname for Francesca is Cicina ... which is sometimes shortened to Cina (the c is an Italian c and pronounced CH) ... hence it sounds like Cheena. Her grandmother was also a Francesca and was called "Cina Mommy" when she lived with my wife's household for extended periods of time. Our younger granddaughter is also a Francesca, but her parents call her Cessy ... with that CH sound at the beginning of her name.
I had a woman friend at work whose nickname was also Cina ... it was derived from Francine in her case ... and she was of Spanish heritage. And she pronounced it "Seena."