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March 30, 2006
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  1. March 30, 2006 at 4:00 pm

    This is wonderful. I love all the dual body-flower words you use.

  2. March 30, 2006 at 11:12 pm

    Wow; the feeling of “hard-heartedness” as central to memory, and longing; how we tend to crystallize a place, a person, into a fixed image…


  3. March 31, 2006 at 3:00 pm

    Beautiful, terse, condensed, and intense. Congratulations, Maria.

  4. March 31, 2006 at 8:18 pm

    Wonderful. Perfect word choices, and none too many. Crystalline.

  5. April 1, 2006 at 11:12 pm

    The door left ajar–neither fully opened, nor closed
    as the source of great pain–is so startling and vivid.
    I am always amazed and impressed by poets who use brevity
    like a knife as you do here.

  6. April 2, 2006 at 4:45 pm

    That mysterious opening line keeps making me reread it, round and round, from open door to valley, everything about to turn – taut. I like this poem even better than your last one.

  7. April 3, 2006 at 1:14 pm

    Thank you all for these appreciative comments. I have been so swamped with life (and mostly off-line, too) that I haven’t had a chance to check back here until now.

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