tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107758010639847749.post742935760411936266..comments2022-02-17T21:15:06.985-08:00Comments on The Scant Gold I Bring : KinJeff in Seattlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096023145399598798noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107758010639847749.post-34280458129485063042020-08-29T08:40:34.987-07:002020-08-29T08:40:34.987-07:00That's a great observation that the poem "...That's a great observation that the poem "makes me feel as if I'm truly buried." Short as this poem is, CAS really does manage to capture the essence of an unwanted (but inevitable) experience.Jeff in Seattlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08096023145399598798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107758010639847749.post-86012697632844776922020-08-26T23:31:18.363-07:002020-08-26T23:31:18.363-07:00There's a grim humor, and even grimmer comfort...There's a grim humor, and even grimmer comfort, in this one. Accepting black oblivion as the natural next step in life is a less terrifying prospect than usual, but what's especially amazing to me is how viscerally this experience is worded, with the confines of your own eyes and the concentration of your heart! It makes me feel as if I'm truly buried.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com