Wednesday Poems, 2014
I found this slim weathered book of poems a little over a month ago. They were published in 1974. Ten poems. No page numbers. One blank page in the front, one in the back. I like that the price printed on the back is $1.50 and I was charged $10.00.
I sat down with these poems this morning and decided I would read each one before doing anything else. They were exactly what I needed.
Later, I typed the title and author's name into Google to see if I could learn more about the poems or Robert Bly's time in Point Reyes. I wondered if he ever actually lived there. The first return was Amazon. There wasn't much there. I read the one and only customer review.
these poems didn't work for me. I found them to be depressing and odd. Anyhow, it is a nice historical piece
What you see above is precisely what I found. She didn't capitalize the first letter of the first word of the first sentence and she did not punctuate the end of the last sentence. They didn't work for her. They were depressing and odd. She found her copy to be a nice historical piece.
I decided not to look any further. I didn't need to know more. I found peace and comfort inside this pale blue cover, on these numberless pages.