tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417990198832777665.post8947786529549195294..comments2023-09-01T04:59:11.170-07:00Comments on blueberry: By Turns of BirdsLadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618091511686562157noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417990198832777665.post-28903356371798729712010-08-09T23:50:49.329-07:002010-08-09T23:50:49.329-07:00I don't know either what a Flamenco mood is, o...I don't know either what a Flamenco mood is, other than the one induced by Flamenco music, which I love yet rarely hear (tragically!) But in your poem and conceit of the roses, you have illustrated that mood - and transmitted it too.Vincenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18297306807695767580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6417990198832777665.post-57043027723059839812010-08-09T23:48:43.057-07:002010-08-09T23:48:43.057-07:00Nicole, what a burst of divine penmanship! Where d...Nicole, what a burst of divine penmanship! Where do I start? I like your stunningly tragic thought of how your life might have suffered without hearing Beethoven. So your life must have suffered in all sorts of ways without you knowing it. Have your read Fernando Pessoa in the original Portuguese? You don't know it but your life has suffered grievously. Never mind, the Richard Zenith translations are brilliant. (And I can't read Portuguese myself.)Vincenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18297306807695767580noreply@blogger.com