I see that Henry is giving Stephen lessons in poetry.
I’ve never claimed to be anything but an amateur, although a kind correspondent did give me a copy of Fry’s The Ode Less Travelled a couple of weeks ago. Rather like my scientific career, my lack of training hasn’t stopped me—I’ve written previously about depression and sex, both published at LabLit.com because they draw heavily on scientific imagery (and there’s an essay about that brewing).
And now there’s a new one. The accompanying photograph is of Hale-Bopp, which I snapped from the garden of a house two doors up from where Joy Davidman once lived. The poem itself… well, maybe you can work it out.
This is fun … but it would have worked much better as a villanelle. Just sayin’.
“villanelle”: is that the bad guy poem?
um, ‘elle’ is feminine, surely, so that’d be the evil Russian chick in the Bond films.
Oh, you guys.