And it was at that age … Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
—Pablo Neruda
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The Poetry of Grief
Being at the late end of middle age, I’ve found that turning to poetry has helped me sort through events of the world and my … ⚠️ You need to log into — or first create — an account to view this content or leave a comment.