Always good to hear what Robert Nisbet is going to give us, in that slightly bemused voice of his, his always astute observation of a place, a time, people, social mores, the human condition. This poem seems to dawdle about like that piano music, but it’s as finely composed as a sonata.
Always good to hear what Robert Nisbet is going to give us, in that slightly bemused voice of his, his always astute observation of a place, a time, people, social mores, the human condition. This poem seems to dawdle about like that piano music, but it’s as finely composed as a sonata.
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