Only in silence the word, only in dark the light...

[bunn]

... only in dying life: bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky.

I feel strangely gutted that Ursula Le Guin has died.  Strange how deeply the death of a writer you have never met can touch you.  I always thought of writing to her to say I'd enjoyed her thin book of poetry Walking In Cornwall because although I'm sure she got a lot of fan letters, I don't suppose she got many about an obscure book of poetry from the 1970s, but for one reason or another I never did.

Alas. 

Comments

[topum.livejournal.com]

Why not to right it anyway then? You never know who will end up reading it and how appreciated or important it might still turn out to be. I know people who would even go as far as saying that she would get to read herself it as well. Maybe still being mad and raging that she never got a fan letter about that obscure poetry book is that one thing that prevents her from getting into heaven's highest realms? )

[bunn.livejournal.com]

I think I might try doing something like a reading of one of the poems instead.