1. In case you haven't noticed, it's cold. Much colder than I think we expect in Florida. Melissa came downstairs this morning to find the door to our study open, letting the cold morning air blow through the downstairs.
2. There are beginnings of poems in my head, little larvae of verse, one about kneading bread, and another about something else that escapes me now. I hope that the idea returns when I have the time to sit with concentration and work at writing it.
3. I read Coleridge with my AP Language class today in the hopes that they could develop an understanding of the divine intellectual wind that Shelley writes out in the beginning of his Defence. I was struck, working through the poem with them, by the way that the metaphor of the poem progresses, the thing that is wind, touch, sound, bird, the humming hovering of sound and bird in flight that is Elfish, sensuous, divine.
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What kind of insect do you suppose those larvae may become?
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