(This post was last modified: 01-19-2021, 12:06 AM by Lipripper660.)
(01-18-2021, 10:36 PM)Bouki Wrote: (01-18-2021, 03:32 PM)Lipripper660 Wrote: Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens
This Ezra Pound poem The Garden came to my mind as a shaved this morning. I hadn’t thought of it in two decades I am sure but the words came back to me as clear and bright as a high mountain spring morning and I was once again feeling what I felt the first time I read it. In my minds eye I could envision a too-thin woman moving through the garden, blown on the breezes of life of which she felt little control. Her hair and clothing lending an air of sophistication and old money and.......loneliness. Perhaps it’s the floral and herbaceous nature of the soap that triggered the memory but whatever the reason I sure enjoyed the trip.
She would like someone to speak to her,
And is almost afraid that I will commit that indiscretion.
Ezra Pound, Lipripper660! Like you, he was an Idahoan (at least to start off with). Wasn't he born just around the corner from you? And man, he loved his French poetry, especially the old stuff. When it comes to capturing the spirit of this soap, you couldn't have done better than quoting a few lines from "The Garden." What I want to know, though, is how did this poem get into your head? Is it a family favorite, something you read for a class, or just a page that was turned down in an old beat up anthology?
My Dad had an expansive library and he taught me the love of work and literature. For that I will always love him, but this poem, The Garden, was first found in a college class. The Professor, Norman Gage, opened my eyes to what poetry could be and although I can’t really appreciate some of the greats, Ezra Pounds poetry soars for me. Yes, he was born in Hailey ID but was a toddler when his family moved. His birth place is just minutes away from where the great Ernest Hemingway is interred. Vardis Fisher was born a literal stones throw from my place. Potatoes, Cowboys, and fine lit, good job Idaho.