This is my podcast!
This is a poem about poems, Dickinson prowling like a caged and dangerous tyger with the door open but undiscovered.
A powm about poems and also about the genius that is the spirit that is the breath. In other words the reader who reads the poem aloud.
The genius of a poem is the spirit of that poem and the inspiration of breath into that poem. No lungs, no poem.
Summer is a riot of sensation and life. Fireflies are the symbol, affirmatons of life.
Reading a poem about hope.
Beginning to explicate.