Today’s been one of my favorite odes so far—beautiful language here. But I went for an Easter hike with my husband and son at Congaree today, and I’m too tired to do the poem justice, so here’s a snippet and an image, and the whole poem is here.
every sweet-scented window,
Edit: Clearly I will never make much of a blogger. Perhaps, though, I should be nicer to myself and just remember next year not to attempt even small new blogging projects in April when school is ending and faculty senate is blowing up. Pablo, I still love you. xoxo