"In case anyone wondered, yes, Charles is the brother of Bill.
Poetry must run in the family.
One of the things I like most in the poems I like most is the disguising of exquisite technical expertise within the rough cloak of common and universal experience.
The subtlety of the internal rhyming and off-rhyming here -- "pee"/"me"//"know"/"go"//"m."/"dead" -- brings it all back home for me.
It's almost 4 a.m., I'm up, everybody in the world is dead, and Charles... I'm tipping this cup of terrible Safeway coffee to you, my brother."
In two periods of my life, I've dabbled at poetry. Bill is the poet in the family.
Poetry must run in the family.
One of the things I like most in the poems I like most is the disguising of exquisite technical expertise within the rough cloak of common and universal experience.
The subtlety of the internal rhyming and off-rhyming here -- "pee"/"me"//"know"/"go"//"m."/"dead" -- brings it all back home for me.
It's almost 4 a.m., I'm up, everybody in the world is dead, and Charles... I'm tipping this cup of terrible Safeway coffee to you, my brother."
In two periods of my life, I've dabbled at poetry. Bill is the poet in the family.
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