Went to the library for David Whyte, whom I thought I'd find among the American poets (wrong, he's English) and was seduced by familiar names, so besides David Whyte's The House of Belonging, took a book of poems by Charles Simic, and by William Carlos Williams. Started on Simic, and loving him. A year ago, I'd never heard of these guys.
All men. What happened to my plan to read poetry by women?
I shall be away for a couple of days with friends. I might be able to access a computer, but then I may not have much to say when I do, as reading and writing may be difficult to fit in.
Back home on Tuesday.