tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720858203931120530.post678599465347351304..comments2023-12-28T16:38:26.304-08:00Comments on ACravan: June Differences (John Clare; Charlotte Mew)ACravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720858203931120530.post-18755104121329462162011-06-18T07:15:18.635-07:002011-06-18T07:15:18.635-07:00Yes -- these both really drew me to them and in. ...Yes -- these both really drew me to them and in. Since commencing mowing our lawn a couple of years ago (as early as I can manage it, before it gets too hot, without being inconsiderate to the neighbors), the phrase "new mown swath" has had a special meaning for me. All sorts of wildlife is stirring, including our new beaver who is really something. I cannot imagine a worse ending than drinking bleach, a chemical whose power never fails to shock the senses. I was also shocked (and a little awed) to discover that the battle photo of Hooge in 1915 was taken on June 16, the day I was composing this post. Life throws you some surprises. I owe Clare and Mew to you, for which I'm grateful. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720858203931120530.post-20722680142656638132011-06-18T05:53:30.068-07:002011-06-18T05:53:30.068-07:00Curtis, two great poems, almost a hundred years ap...Curtis, two great poems, almost a hundred years apart, from "troubled" poets who for all their troubles seem to know and be able to convey more of human experience than most in the seemingly endless queue of soi-disant poets since...<br /><br />Clare's dripping path, with its immediate ecstatic sensing of the natural in all its freshness and reality (one recalls his implied questioning of Keats's hand-me-down mythological schoolbook approach to nature in Endymion, where, as he pointed out with some polite suppressed amusement, every brook seemed to be accompanied by its fanciful fictive Naiad or nymph).<br /><br />And poor Charlotte, with her shocked vision of a great broken world... one is unable to forget how terribly the breakage seems to have been for her. It is difficult to imagine a worse ending than drinking bleach.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.com