My work on the first direction for “Mist from the Mountains” has thus far produced many variations, ten of which are workable. I could present the best among them as individual verses (under an admittedly grandiose title like “Variations on Fog”) or (and this is the idea I shall now attempt) assembled, with appropriate revisions, in a multi-stanza poem.
Month: September 2019
As I work on “Mist from the Mountains”, I think inevitably of two poems that have had a significant influence on my idea of poetry: “Le Brouillard” (“The Fog”) by Maurice Carême (which I adore) and “Fog” by Carl Sandberg (which I at once love and abhor).
Incidentally, from my Twitter archive:
There is a moment sweet one savours, like the taste of a thing delicious, after finding the perfect word—to express the perfect thing.
Forgotten Fields 