Last night I dreamed C.D. Wright was on her way to my place for a visit. In my past (real) life I used to follow her around the streets of Providence (where she taught and I studied, too shy and terrified to attend one of her classes). Of course, upon waking, I discovered I was still in my little house, among trees and my children, and no poets were coming for tea.
So this evening I'm spending time with Steal Away.
Rebecca Solnit wrote: "Books are solitudes in which we meet."
Here's a little C.D. from Further Adventures with You, the first book of hers I bought at the ripe age of eighteen. (Shared here for my handsome husband.)
TWO HEARTS IN A FOREST