I haven't been overwhelmed with entries for the 168 hours poetry competition so I can see I'm going to have to offer an actual prize! We have two copies of the wonderful Marilynne Robinson novel, Home, sitting on our bookshelf, which is one more than we need. (Well I guess, on a strict definition of 'need' it's two more than we need, but I'm not about to give both away!) So if you don't mind second-hand and you don't already own a copy of that book, there's a glittering, glorious prize on offer!
In the meantime, here's another Ezra Pound poem. It really resonates with me in an Ecclesiastes kind of way. Sometimes you can say a lot in a just a few lines.
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass
2 comments:
Now you'll think I am only after the prize.....but I have had some ideas bouncing round. THey are not ready for public scrutiny yet, though!!! :-) Jo
I'd love to read them Jo! (and I won't suspect you of just wanting the prize!)
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