tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24512840.post2814268051494950558..comments2024-03-21T05:55:20.627+01:00Comments on The Hour of Poetry: Edwin MuirKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06113815064063684876noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24512840.post-56112616172701624392007-11-26T13:24:00.000+01:002007-11-26T13:24:00.000+01:00Puss, I woke up this morning suddenly remembering ...Puss, <BR/><BR/>I woke up this morning suddenly remembering how much I once loved this poet. This poem in particular is difficult for me to read aloud. Then again, poems about animals make me terribly sad. Even if the animals aren’t hurt. <BR/><BR/>These horses remind me of a scene, a heartbreaking moment, in Malaparte’s novel, “Kaputt”. The narrator is somewhere near Siberia during WWII and he comes to a lake that has frozen over. Frozen too on the lake is a group of horses. All he can see are their heads, as if they were floating. For months I put the book away. All I could think of was the way he described the look on their beautiful, though terrified, faces. Animal stories are just unbearable.Katherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06113815064063684876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24512840.post-1953555293103795582007-11-26T11:35:00.000+01:002007-11-26T11:35:00.000+01:00This was one of the first poems that moved me to t...This was one of the first poems that moved me to tears as a teenager. I am still terribly fond of it. Thanks for posting it.<BR/><BR/>PussGlamourpusshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01450175254756849062noreply@blogger.com