tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34876486.post6317249185594178942..comments2024-02-17T01:47:17.207-08:00Comments on Emperor of Ice-Cream Cakes: Poems Are Jokes: I Have No Idea What Grasshoppers Look Like, I GuessPatricia Lockwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054871173880967520noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34876486.post-13674285934901829222007-02-05T13:15:00.000-08:002007-02-05T13:15:00.000-08:00Whoa. Whoa. Why, Richard, have you made it your bu...Whoa. <i>Whoa.</i> Why, Richard, have you made it your business to tempt me with wolfbait of the mind? I stand firm in my decision to celebrate Marianne this month, but when I at long last fling the one-poet-each-month theme to the wind and make EOICC a total free-for-all, wolfbait on the bush will be the very first thing I tackle.Patricia Lockwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05054871173880967520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34876486.post-68697197747716184822007-02-05T04:32:00.000-08:002007-02-05T04:32:00.000-08:00If your tastes run to the 19th-c version of Hallma...If your tastes run to the 19th-c version of Hallmark sentiments, set in irreproachable metres, and Longfellow and Bryant seem too familiar for the occasion, maybe Tuckerman will do. I look forward to your illustrations of such lines as,<br /><br />Here, but a lifetime back, where falls tonight<br />Behind the curtained pane a sheltered light<br />On buds of rose or vase of violet<br />Aloft upon the marble mantel set,<br />Here in the forest-heart, hung blackening<br />The wolfbait on the bush beside the spring.<br /><br />"[B]ud of rose or vase of violet" is just a little too much for me, and the image of home a bit too homely. I found myself reciting, "The pure products of America go crazy."Richard Epsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00318302030070884970noreply@blogger.com