tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post7022016358650344628..comments2024-03-27T07:14:36.800-04:00Comments on <b>Dawn Potter</b>: Dawn Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500960150846895633noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post-20161695386606262872017-01-14T19:16:14.545-05:002017-01-14T19:16:14.545-05:00I just taught that poem--"One Art"--this...I just taught that poem--"One Art"--this week. Bishop gets it. <br /><br />Carlenenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post-10044618921024134672017-01-14T05:46:32.022-05:002017-01-14T05:46:32.022-05:00And look! my last, or / next-to-last, of three lov...And look! my last, or / next-to-last, of three loved houses went. / The art of losing isn’t hard to master.—Elizabeth BishopDawn Potterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07500960150846895633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post-81076600494930435952017-01-13T14:57:20.703-05:002017-01-13T14:57:20.703-05:00"All this happened so long ago. And I never r..."All this happened so long ago. And I never returned, never wrote, never met anyone who might have given me news of Oxgodby. So, in memory, it stays as I left it, a sealed room furnished by the past, airless, still, ink long dry on a put-down pen."<br /><br /> - J. L. Carr, A Month In The Country<br />David (n of 49)noreply@blogger.com