tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658518583188826551.post73968254455778224..comments2024-03-29T06:46:10.487-04:00Comments on Studio and Garden: Grasses: "Undulant...a gloss of purple", a Poem by Amy ClampittAltoon Sultanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16743040814034732581noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658518583188826551.post-41070413455179146142011-06-18T06:20:03.994-04:002011-06-18T06:20:03.994-04:00Maggie, I'm glad you like the poem; I too thin...Maggie, I'm glad you like the poem; I too think those final lines are amazing.Altoon Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16743040814034732581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658518583188826551.post-25947268956582700942011-06-17T20:23:45.354-04:002011-06-17T20:23:45.354-04:00Beautiful poem. I love the grasses, the wind blow...Beautiful poem. I love the grasses, the wind blowing catching the late day light..."swarming reassurances of one more resurrection." Wow! Good share.Maggie Nealehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06793869416867166254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658518583188826551.post-57080118097149595952011-06-16T09:10:53.271-04:002011-06-16T09:10:53.271-04:00Clampitt's command of language is breathtaking...Clampitt's command of language is breathtaking; as I read her I often wish I had thought of some of her words.Altoon Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16743040814034732581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658518583188826551.post-73322432347625309802011-06-16T08:46:08.898-04:002011-06-16T08:46:08.898-04:00A few weeks ago I sat watching a field of winter r...A few weeks ago I sat watching a field of winter rye. It was so active in the breeze. I was focusing on how it exposed the intricacy of the otherwise invisible wind. I wish I had thought of the word "undulant". Lovely.john s. fairleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17482121046821342634noreply@blogger.com