Hi Jill,
Sex and death. How close they are. I love the ardour of your poems.
Timor Mortis Conturbat Me is full of the terror of death. It is poem for the plague year.
It seems to me that your poems are in the meter and voice that they insist on being in. The intellectual work was done earlier in your education and now you're too busy writing the poems to intellectualise about them. I don't mean that you are unaware of the metrical choices you make but that they are mostly made on an instinctive level. Am I right?
I drive people on this forum crazy because I argue against automatic use of line caps. I do use them myself sometimes for a ceremonial perpendicular effect or for comedy. You seem wedded to them. I no longer argue against then even in my own head. They certainly work in these three poems.
These are powerful!
Janet
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