...to ship the box of books back to Washington. H will take the box to the post office tomorrow. I'm sorry to see the books go, but grateful to have had time with them. I was quite taken with the books by Tess Gallagher and Yusef Komunyakaa. I'll likely order them down the road so I can spend more time with the poems. Both books are lengthy. Komunyakaa's is well over 400 pages.
Yesterday I wrote a letter to accompany the books in reply to the letter that he'd sent me. I write an enormous number of emails, so one would think writing a letter would be just as easy. It wasn't. It took forever to finally type "Dear..." Once I did I thought I was away. And I was, but at tortoise speed. It took quite a while to comment on each book and offer my impressions without writing a review of each one. I don't write reviews after all. Oddly enough, after I was done I felt pretty proud of myself. Perhaps I should write letters more often.
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Sounds good. Put me down for a regular supply of those letters.
I'll take a regular supply of books.
Are you guys joking? I hope not. It would be fun to work something out.
Hey check the quote for the day in today's Globe (Oct.30). I don't have it in front of me: something about letters. Yeats speaking.
I looked but couldn't find it. Argh.
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