Each year around Labor Day I read Robert Pinsky’s poem, Shirt. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47696/shirt. It’s one of a handful of poems, his poem, The Night Game, is another, that caused me to fall back in love with poetry when I was in my late 30’s, combining, as they do, my own interests in history, language and Jewish culture and their various intersections and collisions. My copy of Pinsky’s book,
I too always associate September with the beginning of the year. New season, new start of school. A drastic and beautiful change from what use to occur, the dog days. It was always a bit sad, and yet hopeful. My favorite time of year. Also my favorite time of clothing, some thickness with warm colors. Layers.
I too always associate September with the beginning of the year. New season, new start of school. A drastic and beautiful change from what use to occur, the dog days. It was always a bit sad, and yet hopeful. My favorite time of year. Also my favorite time of clothing, some thickness with warm colors. Layers.
Enjoyed this sort of wistful essay..thank you. betty