Some of the first poetry that made a lasting impression on me was story-telling, as I recall (oh these 45 years or so later)...something by Edna St. Vincent-Millay. A tale about a woman weaving clothing for her impoverished son, on a harp...on Christmas Eve.
I lent the book, it never came back, so I can't go find the title. I think I was about 14 at most when I ran across it the first time.
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Re: Thoughts
Date: 2011-10-13 12:52 am (UTC)I lent the book, it never came back, so I can't go find the title. I think I was about 14 at most when I ran across it the first time.