Reflections of a working writer and reader
The limits of my language are the limits of my mind. All I know is what I have words for.
john baker, September 15th, 2008. 2 comments. Filed under literature, reading.
1961 – mesmerising
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Lovely. Thank you!
jb says: The voice always gets me. I know the poem so well, but the voice . . . the way she delivers it.
What a voice! So many poets don’t have a clue as to delivery, but she knows exactly where to go and how. Extraordinary. And it’s fascinating how her accent is sidling bit by bit across the Atlantic. Thanks, for this, John.
jb says: Hi Dick. I thought we all deserved a little treat after the summer . . .
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