tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post8039647881888684143..comments2024-03-16T06:23:29.917-07:00Comments on The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal: Poem of the Week 2013/43Patrick J. Vazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279528648512493917noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post-90371260941611093622013-11-02T16:56:58.389-07:002013-11-02T16:56:58.389-07:00Yes. But I have to point out that in this poem a s...Yes. But I have to point out that in this poem a swan does not take the patient witch away: she turns into a swan and flies away by herself.Patrick J. Vazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09279528648512493917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22361479.post-42753327353300978012013-11-02T08:45:34.489-07:002013-11-02T08:45:34.489-07:00This poem made me think of three neighbors, all di...This poem made me think of three neighbors, all different, all elderly, all living on different streets in my neighborhood. In all three cases I got to know them a little bit, and all showed signs of some dementia, but still were pleasant when I talked with them. In most cases our conversations started out being related to my dogs. In all three cases, one day I walked past their homes and they were gone. And while I was close enough to know them and have conversations, and learn some neighborhood history, and know their pets, I didn't know them well enough to know who they had in their lives to watch out for them, if anyone. So, in each case, one day, they were just gone. The thought of a swan taking them away to the place where the people that really knew them lived, is such a lovely thought, compared to what probably really happened to them.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10438895567795968644noreply@blogger.com