Reading and transcribing poetry while I drink my coffee before getting back to work on my thesis. #booknerdlife
I‘m more apt to appreciate poetry when I‘ve read it, aloud, and if to another person more vulnerably so.
Canter and tone, voice, pace, meaning.
Commentary. Pause  touch
How I read, what you see, hear. Experience. Purpose or need. How can you say I speak not of my feelings? There they are, unshattered or broken. Bits mingling in the exchange. I can see them, right there, and you can reach and touch and that‘s a kind of conveyance, there.