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Comment 1 of 1, added on April 22nd, 2005 at 8:17 PM.
This is a poem that could have been snotty. When I started reading it,
that's what I immediately expected, cringing at the thought and promising
myself I only had to read a few verses to be sure before bounding to more
promising poetic venues.
It's not snotty. It's actually a quite gentle piece that sees, for me at
least, the possibility that Ms. Drennan did learn all she needed to know to
paint it, not because she learned to make the dry snowflakes but because
she learned to go ahead and paint what she sees with her mind's eye. Where
does she see it from? Who cares. It's there: her beloved. Are those
things so big? so small? so full of light and devoid of shadow? Of course
they are. They are Bessie Drennan's world given to you.
About the only thing I'd change would be the title. I think "From Bessie
Drennan" would be better. But whatever, it's a nice piece.
Edgar Hix from United States
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This is a poem that could have been snotty. When I started reading it,
that's what I immediately expected, cringing at the thought and promising
myself I only had to read a few verses to be sure before bounding to more
promising poetic venues.
It's not snotty. It's actually a quite gentle piece that sees, for me at
least, the possibility that Ms. Drennan did learn all she needed to know to
paint it, not because she learned to make the dry snowflakes but because
she learned to go ahead and paint what she sees with her mind's eye. Where
does she see it from? Who cares. It's there: her beloved. Are those
things so big? so small? so full of light and devoid of shadow? Of course
they are. They are Bessie Drennan's world given to you.
About the only thing I'd change would be the title. I think "From Bessie
Drennan" would be better. But whatever, it's a nice piece.
Edgar Hix from United States