Time to bring this blog back to what it was meant to be, a celebration of nature and poetry. A reaffirmation of life and a buffer between a world that is to much with us.

One of our friend Laraine's horses.

These books came today and I am chuffed, I see the complete poems as a record not just of his best poetry as his collected poems are, but as a record of the fullness of his career and his life. A.R. Ammons was a poet of so many things, the weather, the seasons, time, motion, shapes, forms, the changing natural world and the ultimate inconsequential reality of the individual in a vast universe. 

"We praise the mind for

how high it goes

without losing hold

and how wide

it goes without

blurring

and for how sharply it can 

relish a particular

without losing the 

dispositions in this

fine war-zone

between the great energies,

this narrowing that 

allows life's widest play, "

from For Robert Penn Warren

by A.R.Ammons