Speaking of poetry (see my post immediately below), I am going to take the opportunity of St. Patrick's Day to post some lines about Ireland from a poem that I wrote years ago. One of these days I might post the entire poem, which is called "Irish and American Colors & Fires," and is partially based on a trip I took to Ireland right after I graduated from Swarthmore. There are a couple of lines:
An Irish mountain is a Colorado speed bump
blessed and cursed with a leprechaun's arthritic charm.
and . . .
there is a strong demand there for poetry
has a sea-salt lick thirst
for ragefully gorgeous words
Happy St. Patrick's Day!