There
are those dreams where you’re writing and you think, I need to remember this
gem! And when you wake up and really think about the lines, “the poem”,
which will make your name – the Diving Into the Wreck, The Naturalist, The
Tyger, Casey at the Bat type fame – and then you realize that the image and ending
to this great poem included watching a hawk reflected on the bald head of some
man. I laughed then. But what was the beginning of the poem?
Sunday, November 22, 2020
That's what dreams are made of
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