In the last couple of weeks, the ground that has been entirely covered with snow since November has been becoming visible
This reminds me of another Larkin poem (http://www.artofeurope.com/larkin/lar4.htm) -- one of his almost-cheerful ones.
[Jo's poem] I don't think you've pointed me in its direction before, no. Interesting -- thank you!
How I actually feel at this time of year, when I'm not trying to put it into pretty prose, is something that's barely expressible in words. It's somewhere between the feeling of half-falling from a height in dreams, and the feeling of dreadful hope that something might (not) happen to happen. It's closer to an angle of light than a describable emotion.
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Date: 2003-03-27 10:06 am (UTC)This reminds me of another Larkin poem (http://www.artofeurope.com/larkin/lar4.htm) -- one of his almost-cheerful ones.
[Jo's poem]
I don't think you've pointed me in its direction before, no. Interesting -- thank you!
How I actually feel at this time of year, when I'm not trying to put it into pretty prose, is something that's barely expressible in words. It's somewhere between the feeling of half-falling from a height in dreams, and the feeling of dreadful hope that something might (not) happen to happen. It's closer to an angle of light than a describable emotion.
Sometimes I don't even make sense to myself.