Okay, I wasn’t going to reblog anymore, but when I stumbled across this post written by my favorite dinosaur, I just couldn’t resist. I just discovered a new poet today–David Whyte–and thoughts of Mary Oliver, Marie Howe, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Carolyn Forche all suddenly began dancing in my brain. I don’t think i could live without poetry. Once, in a book by Mary Stewart (Nine Coaches Waiting) the narrator mentioned that “daddy was right, poetry is awfully good material to think with.” I think my dinosaur (Rara) is spot on here. (Love you for this, Rara!)
Love you, too, lovely! I’m always happy to know other people are moved by poetry, too! 🙂
(Oh, by the way, your gravatar is linking to the wrong place.)
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Is it? Damn it. I just can’t get the hang of wordpress. But I had a blast last night checking out your blog at length! I’ve always had a fascination for dinosaurs, ever since I was a little girl. Drove my parents crazy!
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