Captain, Captive

Captain, captive
Of your fate
Fast asleep
On the bed you made
Dream away
Wake up late.

Samuel Menashe

I don’t have a photo editing program so for once I have to post exactly what I’ve snapped, and without an editor, I have to post what I write, and without anything dramatic happening …well, you know where I’m going.

My bed

Out back

The review of The Letters of Robert Lowell is compelling read. I was drawn in by the length of this sentence in the opening paragraph.
“The publication two years ago of Frank Bidart and David Gewanter’s massive edition of the Collected Poems did much to restore his work to public and critical view, but even now Lowell’s poems are, I would guess, less widely read, taught, and anthologized than those of his two friends and contemporaries Elizabeth Bishop and John Berrymanóa judgment, if that is what it is, that would have astonished serious readers of poetry between the 1950s and the 1970s.”