It was published in the Times Literary Supplement on December 23, 1977.
Thereafter, although he wrote some - a very few - haunting short poems - we all remember the poignant one about the hedgehog caught in the mower - silence descended.
The breeze playfully dashes across my skin to remind me that I am at its mercy and I should treat it as a friend, not a foe.
I breathe evenly and sit still in the midst of uncertainty.
While most of my friends are getting married and having babies, I was deleting and reinstalling dating apps, questioning myself every day a little more about why I am alone. How come most of my friends found love and I can’t seem to come close to it?
Or crazy, but gripping Ted Hughes, with his Crow mythology "sees everything in the universe". Thomas Hardy was his muse, and his verses boiled down to perfectly executed still lifes, or snapshots of an ever-diminishing, ever-more limited set of experiences - wanting, and not wanting, to go to drinks with the Warlock-Williamses.Judging the book it fell out of, I would have to believe it came from somewhere in graduate school. If I could say anything to “5-years-ago-graduating-Kristen” it would be the following: Dear Kristen, Slow down. Pay attention to the ways you are growing and changing, especially when it feels like nothing is happening. You will learn from them, and as trite and gimmicky as it may sound, learning is the point of trying things and failing.I remember those days, days full of energy and zeal. With a Kimmy Schmidt enthusiasm, I believed that my classmates and I were somehow going to change the face of church music in the most positive of ways. Do not force good ideas or try to create ingenious thoughts. If you learn something, it can’t be a complete failure.Find out more from the Atlanta Youth Poet Laureate Promotional Booklet. We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay. We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new. Give our Lord the benefit of believing that his hand is leading you and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete.