Sunday, December 22, 2013


When finishing my nature poems, I was reading Ted Hughes' classic Birthday Letters, which I picked up for $1 at Campbelltown Library a few months ago. I'd never sat down with it before. My god, the man could write. Such a fierce imagination. Every time I finished reading a series of his poems I felt I should pack in the business of crafting verse. I'll never be that good. LJ, December 22

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