"Writing oils the wrist." --Georgette Heyer
Eric, a quick Hayden story from an earlier blog post of mine:It's been 5 years to the day since my last surgery for fibular hemimelia and related stuff (born missing my right fibula and most knee ligaments, other bones and muscles stunted); I've had about 25. Last time the anaesthesiologist asked me to recite a poem before I conked out and I gave him half of Robert Hayden's "Those Winter Sundays" before nodding off. He passed by minutes after I woke in Recovery, and I spat out the second half as if I'd never been interrupted. yrs,em
Well your wish has somewhat come true. I am teaching this poem to Eleventh graders. We are reading the Narrative and I am absolutely in love with this poem. It's so complete. Perhaps, one day you will have one of my students and you will be delighted to hear that his junior teacher in H.S. went a bit overboard with this one. Thanks for your post.
Thanks, Anonymous! That's good news. I love this poem, too, and knowing that my post was useful makes me very happy.
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