Reflections of a working writer and reader
. . . You asking me . . . do I know how to write down words on a piece of paper? That's what you do, man, you put down one word after another as it comes in your head . . . You already learned in school how to write, didn't you? I hope so. You have the idea and you put down what you want to say. Then you get somebody to add in the commas and shit where they belong . . . There's people do that for you. Elmore Leonard
Autumn
A touch of cold in the Autumn night -
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded;
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
TE Hulme (1912)
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rather nice, that. a poem almost a century ago yet it could have been said by my dad.
jb says: I just liked the similes. So strong.
that poems remind me of my mother
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