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01/04/2018

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Hardy was a very good poet.

This is a lovely poem, but I never feel so morose about a winter landscape. Or at least, it isn't at odds with my mood. I feel peaceful and at home there.

I do love it, however, when I see a bright red cardinal sitting in the bare branches.

AMDG

Ah, haven't read that in ages, but it's a good one!

I never read much of Hardy's poetry beyond what was in that Victorian text. There's a lot of it and I'm sure there are many gems in there.

I don't usually find a winter landscape depressing, either. I would probably be more likely to if I lived in a place with long, cold, dark winters.

It was Sound and Sense that really opened the door to poetry for me. I know that we had studied some of those poems in high school, but I can't remember that. One night while I was doing my homework from S&S for my Freshman English class, I realized that I was really enjoying doing the work, and that I looked forward to the discussion in class the next day.

AMDG

It's a great anthology. Still in use, I think. Seems like we discussed it here some time ago.

I once read a book on Biblical hermeneutics in which the author said that Bible students should shelve all their commentaries and scholarly works and not even look at one until they had read Sound and Sense. Good advice.

Very good.

I suppose it is a testament to the power of poems and my own subconscious mind that though I have largely ignored poetry since completing my degree in English I recognize this poem as one I had read way back then. Apparently Hardy could do anything.

I don't usually find a winter landscape depressing, either. I would probably be more likely to if I lived in a place with long, cold, dark winters.

I didn't either until I made the move from California to Boston, Mass., where I spent nine of those long winters. Take it away, Emily D.:

There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses ...

Now that's interesting because there is a certain slant of light on winter afternoons that I find absolutely numinous.

Probably not the same slant.

AMDG

Surely it would depend a lot on what your mood is starting out. Also it may not be the same for southerners, even where there's an actual winter.

That's true. The sun is in a different position in the sky in the north.

AMDG

The thing is that when the sun is low on the horizon in the morning or evening, the bare trees all turn to gold.

AMDG

Yes, that's one phenomenon. :-)

So, what's another one?

AMDG

Just saying that it can look many different ways and speak to or evoke many different moods. The one you describe is indeed beautiful but one I haven't seen for many years.

I know what you were saying. I was just windering if there was something else you were thinking of. ;-)

AMDG

No, I didn't have anything in particular in mind, just that it's so various. Or can be. Winter here is hardly every anything but simply dull. You would never bring "cathedral tunes" into any discussion of it.

"I once read a book on Biblical hermeneutics in which the author said that Bible students should shelve all their commentaries and scholarly works and not even look at one until they had read Sound and Sense. Good advice." That is why I am such a strong proponent of a liberal education for seminarians.

My favorite winters have been spent in Minnesota. I like the slant of the sun and the crispness. I'm originally from Oklahoma, so I am a transplant to the north.

I used to think I would like to live in some place like Minnesota at least for one year, to see what a really serious winter would be like. I did live in Denver one winter and that was pretty shocking to me, and it's relatively mild compared to Minnesota (I think). Now that I'm in my late 60s I'm not so sure. Even mild cold seems colder. This is the age when retirees move down here from anywhere north of Kentucky or so.

This time of year I wish I could work in san francisco.

One January when I was living in Boston, I had to spend three days in Los Angeles for my job. The contrast was unreal, and for the first time in my life, L.A. looked beautiful to me.

Every time I've been to California I've understood why Californians tend to be nature worshippers.

Every time I see the word, "California" I want to get on a plane.

Not working is going to be hard on my California addiction.

AMDG

It helps to remind yourself that the government of California officially hates you.

But the ocean loves me, and the government leaves me alone.

The government of Alabama on the other hand gave me a $216.50 ticket.

AMDG

You must have been doing something wrong.

Me?

Now that I think about it, it happened in Mississippi.

AMDG

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