12-line stanzas, though I can’t reproduce the format. That’ll Be Enough Now Enough of that, old fool, he vows, scarcely for the very first time. Enough of your familiar, predictable sighs on looking through the window, especially in some ebbing season,
Sydney, I am just a sucker for what you do. I love your words. But the cheapened and undesirable substack format is hurting you. Please just take a picture of the actual page the poem is on (in manuscript or book) and presto! the format is reproduced and your best foot is put forward. You deserve to be read correctly.
Sydney-- thank you from a 67 yr old. I recently discovered your writings. I live in MN, and also know the sigh brought on by the damp, deep chill of late fall.
Having taken the picture, I, techno-Neanderthal, I don't know how to get that onto the site.
Sydney, I am just a sucker for what you do. I love your words. But the cheapened and undesirable substack format is hurting you. Please just take a picture of the actual page the poem is on (in manuscript or book) and presto! the format is reproduced and your best foot is put forward. You deserve to be read correctly.
WOW! Thanks for speaking to me so eloquently about this ebbing season. Once again, I am grateful for the poetry of Sydney Lea.
Thanks. Will try that.
Sydney-- thank you from a 67 yr old. I recently discovered your writings. I live in MN, and also know the sigh brought on by the damp, deep chill of late fall.