It is both beautiful and accessible.
Both story and metaphor.
Both humor and utter conviction.
It is, in the end, an impassioned, heartsick, lusty poet's call-to-arms.
Feel, it says.
Connect, it urges.
Care, it pleads.
BY TONY HOAGLAND
Don’t take it personal, they said;
but I did, I took it all quite personal—
the breeze and the river and the color of the fields;
the price of grapefruit and stamps,
the wet hair of women in the rain—
And I cursed what hurt me
and I praised what gave me joy,
the most simple-minded of possible responses.
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