tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post289273882914532264..comments2023-11-21T13:48:03.338+13:00Comments on Tuesday Poem: Wadestown, by Bill NelsonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-12844304587388614132012-02-12T22:33:59.001+13:002012-02-12T22:33:59.001+13:00A gorgeous poem and a new poet to me: double treat...A gorgeous poem and a new poet to me: double treat.lillyannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12752638206153634574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-5194323014902207512012-02-08T21:17:11.377+13:002012-02-08T21:17:11.377+13:00I especially like: 'It's okay,/you say, as...I especially like: 'It's okay,/you say, as if I have asked/an impossible question.'<br /><br />Thanks for sharing this.Helen Rickerbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10652318704387476082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-76377339337493437002012-02-08T21:01:48.425+13:002012-02-08T21:01:48.425+13:00evocative, ambiguous, cocooned in a half-wake half...evocative, ambiguous, cocooned in a half-wake half-sleep world, there but not there - thanks for giving us this poem to read, SaradhaKeith Westwaterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03833695634102433794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-61462794550856169942012-02-07T23:07:57.005+13:002012-02-07T23:07:57.005+13:00Lovely.Lovely.Anonymoushttp://janisfreegard.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-22515008220413243572012-02-07T20:36:46.073+13:002012-02-07T20:36:46.073+13:00I just want to read more of his poetry. Great work...I just want to read more of his poetry. Great work. I keep going back to 'a pip and soft bruises.'Harvey Molloyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13168420609485849643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-47331281010248330612012-02-07T10:41:30.359+13:002012-02-07T10:41:30.359+13:00Numb, lifeless, dead, impossible; in one sense the...Numb, lifeless, dead, impossible; in one sense the poem is about the hopelessness of ever knowing ourselves, let alone anyone else. Yet the blood is flowing again by the end, even though we started with a bruise (a kind of shadow of blood). The code of the tree remains quite indecipherable, however. <br /><br />A beautiful poem, capturing that half-awake at 3am state so well. I'll have toPenelopehttp://pscottier.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-30637760861857635672012-02-07T10:17:37.619+13:002012-02-07T10:17:37.619+13:00Bill is just a favourite!Bill is just a favourite!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-48276011085661529152012-02-07T08:15:29.618+13:002012-02-07T08:15:29.618+13:00I loved those last lines:
"the sticky branch...I loved those last lines:<br /><br />"the sticky branches of a<br />spring wind tapping<br />its slow code into the wall."<br /><br />Thanks for sharing Bill's poetry with us, Saradha,Helen Lowehttp://helenlowe.info/blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-11740939731086706742012-02-07T08:11:51.242+13:002012-02-07T08:11:51.242+13:00I am thrilled by this poem - the weight- welded-to...I am thrilled by this poem - the weight- welded-togetherness and, paradoxically, apartness it evokes. The awkwardness ... Ah, really love it. Thank you, Saradha.Mary McCallumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07482261103185786111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-10787380305228899882012-02-07T05:01:43.846+13:002012-02-07T05:01:43.846+13:00'I'm not sure how we fit' - beautiful....'I'm not sure how we fit' - beautiful.Elizabeth Welshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15420253723750754324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298334170177578638.post-90456469693192966422012-02-07T00:40:31.090+13:002012-02-07T00:40:31.090+13:00great stuffgreat stuffJennifer Comptonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13254781317505540179noreply@blogger.com