I’ve gone back to reading Mark Doty’s poetry over the last week. Hs poems have a deceptive simplicity. They look as if they must have been easy to write,, they flow like a conversation with a familiar friend. Doty takes the ordinary – a retriever fetching a ball – and turns it into a meditation on life and being present in the moment.
I’ve just ordered a copy of Murano. The poem written in tribute to Lynda Hull originally appears in Sweet Machine. In Murano it is accompanied by Venetian glass. I am expecting something sumptious to arrive in the post.
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