Chance Meeting - 12-13-14

This title arose while reading Susan Howe's "My Emily Dickinson" last night and today I can't find the reference - did I dream it? Reading about Howe today, I see she began as a painter and sees poetry in some ways as word paintings which boggles me because this is what I've been feeling into as in the previous post and then to "chance meet" her through Emily a new friend, is doubly delicious.

Quiet women under wraps crossing creative lines unnoticed or mis-celebrated. And yet - and yet there is enough in the doing of it. 

Enough

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