You know the Grace Paley story where the narrator's father tells her that to get by as you get old you have to each morning take hold of your heart and lift it gently, and No, he says, that's not a metaphor, you must place your real hands around it and encourage it, upwards (I'm paraphrasing). Well if you know that story,, (and if you don't stop what you're doing now and and read it) these Unicorn poems, especially the one by Huseinova (who I'd never before now even heard of) these poems have done just that, put their hands around my old heart and lifted. Thank you Sharpener. We'll all do what we can to spread the word about you.
ah, i much prefer these musings on the Unicorn than the Irish Rovers' song i grew up with...though now it will be an ear worm for the rest of the day.
You know the Grace Paley story where the narrator's father tells her that to get by as you get old you have to each morning take hold of your heart and lift it gently, and No, he says, that's not a metaphor, you must place your real hands around it and encourage it, upwards (I'm paraphrasing). Well if you know that story,, (and if you don't stop what you're doing now and and read it) these Unicorn poems, especially the one by Huseinova (who I'd never before now even heard of) these poems have done just that, put their hands around my old heart and lifted. Thank you Sharpener. We'll all do what we can to spread the word about you.