tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post7517008642469806975..comments2024-03-27T11:02:20.107-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: My first well Day – since many ill –Susan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-58249911184734646252024-02-03T07:39:05.691-08:002024-02-03T07:39:05.691-08:00That fourth stanza’s syntax is more difficult than...That fourth stanza’s syntax is more difficult than it should be. Every now and then, I give thanks that on rare occasions, ED is not “precisely” “perfect.” Vendler calls that extended simile of showing a dying child a rainbow one of her “cruelest.” I don’t think so. When my wife was a chaplain in a childrens’ hospital there were rainbows all around the building, and very often in dying childrens’ rooms. As for the “unconvincing” “gain”—I guess you might have to have been there. I played golf with a fellow one time who had been in and out of hospitals in the previous two years and now on the golf course for the first time. He played badly and just about the best time of any golfer I’ve ever witnessed.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-63513448045621644432023-04-17T13:31:06.665-07:002023-04-17T13:31:06.665-07:00New England summers are nice, winters not. Losing ...New England summers are nice, winters not. Losing summer to sickness zeroed gardening; ED’s stoic closing lines sound rhetoric, unconvincing. Oh well, window-watching summer beats a sepulchre any day.Larry Bnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-31201870119198513082023-04-13T15:18:07.006-07:002023-04-13T15:18:07.006-07:00Is this poem ED's third longest so far? L1 was...Is this poem ED's third longest so far? L1 was 40 lines and L2 36 lines (both Valentine poems), and F288 28 lines.Larry Bnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-85807252637047361062012-11-21T15:57:08.128-08:002012-11-21T15:57:08.128-08:00Thank you for this, Susan. I did have difficulty f...Thank you for this, Susan. I did have difficulty figuring the rainbow/sepulchre passage. She says "a fond illusive way..." Fond here may mean not only affectionate, but also foolish--an unconvincing bit of self-trickery futile as encouraging the dying child. What do you think?jomacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15286069031368161276noreply@blogger.com