tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380302759428891353.post3079178869475816897..comments2023-11-03T04:19:50.039-07:00Comments on Tommaso Gervasutti: QUESTTommaso Gervasuttihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137499390434949734noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380302759428891353.post-36377443019822368712011-07-28T10:38:43.158-07:002011-07-28T10:38:43.158-07:00Thank you Jinski, Dave and Ann for your comments.....Thank you Jinski, Dave and Ann for your comments...sincronicity and coincidence are really remarkable and yes, Dave, internet strikes again. If it weren't for poetry I would use internet much, much less.Tommaso Gervasuttihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17137499390434949734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380302759428891353.post-15657473315339566882011-07-28T05:41:48.830-07:002011-07-28T05:41:48.830-07:00A marvelous poem. All the things we were certain o...A marvelous poem. All the things we were certain of in the past, where we look for and at our treasure. Although I see the possibility for many interpretations in the entire poem, I was brought up short by the line "you knew before knowing that he would come". There seems to be synchronisity among the postings of Dave King, Jinksy, my own and "Quest". Dave used the word eerie - I agree.Ann Grenierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13501522748426995035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380302759428891353.post-11305227905275555322011-07-28T04:26:11.001-07:002011-07-28T04:26:11.001-07:00Yes, remarkable coincidence. The Internet strikes ...Yes, remarkable coincidence. The Internet strikes again. The poem? Well, that's one of your best, I think. Top drawer. Hope you agree.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380302759428891353.post-778815672166859742011-07-27T23:57:51.445-07:002011-07-27T23:57:51.445-07:00you knew before knowing that he would come.
Heaven...you knew before knowing that he would come.<br />Heaven, a thin dashing line<br />on a hidden side-road,<br />where roses ask for a stare to reciprocate<br />and your will grows<br />trying to be perfectly lost in the air<br />in dots of blue, somewhere<br />towards the horizon<br />that, you know well, can claim you<br />just quietly and quickly, in a blink. <br /><br />After reading your comment on Dave King's blog I come to find this...Astonishing!!Jinksyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686101468214361004noreply@blogger.com