tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9569695.post5692448938641106795..comments2020-05-04T02:43:03.909-07:00Comments on The Red-Winged Blackbird: A Native HillJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15477659438699897615noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9569695.post-12439387335762507362006-12-19T08:52:00.000-08:002006-12-19T08:52:00.000-08:00I really like the images of the manly snail and Ir...I really like the images of the manly snail and Irvine shrieking and diving to cover up open land.Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16854584103424620018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9569695.post-49099577129729651212006-12-16T23:36:00.000-08:002006-12-16T23:36:00.000-08:00Justin,
Very good. And not just nice. The first s...Justin,<br /><br />Very good. And not just nice. The first stanza does well to stick close to only a vision. And then somewhere between the tension of the cloaked figure and the implied impulse of the reader I feel the single command of your poem: "let him be" and it feels like the cool and quiet ability to let be that comes either from grass and shade or from any type of having found a place to belong.<br /><br />The last line is well set apart. Somehow it is not devastating to not have a home, only uncomfortable to the point of needing to grieve.<br /><br />Iraq is no place to belong, brother.<br /><br />The last line is so simple. It is very good.james t nathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15339924382411635194noreply@blogger.com