tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863919317976743153.post7837830320954934534..comments2009-01-25T22:33:31.614-08:00Elissa Minor Rusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13688992354658242055noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863919317976743153.post-55826060427569383812009-01-25T22:33:00.000-08:002009-01-25T22:33:00.000-08:00I heard the same segment on Talk of the Nation and felt similar outrage. Of course I can't feel the anger that you do. Your eloquence brings it all into perspective.Elainahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08224979778458660439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863919317976743153.post-22919644293000607072009-01-22T22:14:00.000-08:002009-01-22T22:14:00.000-08:00Well said.Pamelahttp://pamelasusan.typepad.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863919317976743153.post-65597394009997300442009-01-22T18:53:00.000-08:002009-01-22T18:53:00.000-08:00I forgot the end quote-mark on that. And should have said lines, not line. Typical.sjchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11385945058387006931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863919317976743153.post-51681995108632834112009-01-22T18:51:00.000-08:002009-01-22T18:51:00.000-08:00What's that Kumin poem? About wearing Sexton's sweater, I think--'Shall I say how it is in your....' and then I forget. There's also a Donald Hall poem I love--about losing Jane Kenyon to cancer. I'll find it for you. Until then, there's this Jane Kenyon line from 'Briefly It Enters, and Briefly It Speaks': I am the one whose love / overcomes you, already with you /when you think to call my name. . . . <BR/><BR/>A lost loved one would say that to us, don't you think?sjchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11385945058387006931noreply@blogger.com