Just read a poem by Lee Harwood. Two lines jumped out at me and felt unbelievably poignant. Trains run through a town, he writes, 'staring in at the bare rooms and kitchens / each lit with its own story that lasts for years and years.'* Wow. It just caught me off-guard. Funny how often, when you like the music of a poet's work, you find that they also deal with the sorts of ideas and ways of seeing, too, that appeal to you.
*A Poem for Writers by Lee Harwood
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