tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2373615867496327293.post6277832126812743137..comments2024-01-29T07:09:43.833-05:00Comments on Wild Rose Reader: Li-Young Lee and Poetry about FathersElaine Magliarohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09829330276633865868noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2373615867496327293.post-32401399974175830612017-06-18T06:40:02.737-04:002017-06-18T06:40:02.737-04:00I could not have said I knew the poet from his nam...I could not have said I knew the poet from his name... but as soon as I started each poem, I knew them. Such exquisite construction. Thank-you so much for reintroducing me. And for sharing the photos of your father. Sepia photos seem to exude an extra layer of enchantment.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2373615867496327293.post-58351817051588007942017-06-17T20:50:59.837-04:002017-06-17T20:50:59.837-04:00Thanks for sharing these breath-taking poems. I lo...Thanks for sharing these breath-taking poems. I love the specificity that still seems universal.Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08210045352610490115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2373615867496327293.post-19446288358745068012017-06-17T17:57:24.244-04:002017-06-17T17:57:24.244-04:00Thanks for sharing these beautiful and poignant po...Thanks for sharing these beautiful and poignant poems. Enjoyed seeing all the pics of your father. I'm blessed that my dad is still with us -- he will be 103 in November!jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2373615867496327293.post-13811638766670099822017-06-17T13:50:34.676-04:002017-06-17T13:50:34.676-04:00Carol, Jane, and Mary lee,
Thanks for your commen...Carol, Jane, and Mary lee,<br /><br />Thanks for your comments. My father could be difficult at times--but he had suffered a traumatic childhood. He was born in 1912. His parents came to America when he was about eighteen months old. They left my father behind in Poland with his grandmother--who passed away at some point before he came to this country in 1921. My father's parents were not warm and loving toward him. His father was an especially stern individual to whom I had no emotional connection. I didn't shed a tear when he passed away. <br /><br />Although my father was not a terribly warm individual, I always knew he loved me...and he took great joy spending time with my daughter Sara. Unfortunately, he passed away a few months before she turned five.Elaine Magliarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09829330276633865868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2373615867496327293.post-85102476485455319902017-06-17T09:07:56.100-04:002017-06-17T09:07:56.100-04:00My father was distant in my childhood, and just wh...My father was distant in my childhood, and just when we were beginning to create an adult relationship, he died of cancer. I do have strong memories of him in his chair, reading, reading, reading. The only time he read aloud was The Night Before Christmas on Christmas Ever. I can still hear his voice when I read that book!<br /><br />About blogger -- the next to the last tool at the top of a post you're drafting is a red T with a little x. Highlight text you've pasted into a post and click on that tool to remove all formatting. Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2373615867496327293.post-39569879247039533782017-06-16T22:51:53.695-04:002017-06-16T22:51:53.695-04:00Your father reminds me of my own grandfather, who ...Your father reminds me of my own grandfather, who was also a Polish immigrant and WWII veteran! He was at times a difficult man, incredibly stubborn, fiery-tempered and strong-willed, but he was an absolute doll with his beloved grandchildren, who he doted on and adored. He left us a few years ago, and left a real hole in all of our hearts. Jane @ www.raincitylibrarian.cahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12721142460522914540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2373615867496327293.post-65311656642594747772017-06-16T19:11:40.658-04:002017-06-16T19:11:40.658-04:00My father has been gone for more than twenty years...My father has been gone for more than twenty years, and yet I still remember, vividly, the feeling of him holding my hands, and digging out a splinter, or the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. These poems made me cry. Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13294455230627182656noreply@blogger.com