Read this earlier but didn’t have a chance to respond. This piece really speaks to me, for a few reasons. First, the image brought me back to my early college years when I studied poetry for a term. William Carlos Williams’ ”The Red Wheelbarrow’ was always one of my favourite pieces. Second, the opening stanza brought me back to my teaching days. Third, the answer you gave the student speaks to the essence of poetry: if it survives, then so do we, ensuring we ‘live forever’. And, many of us experience despair at the thought of life ending and not having left anything behind. You have a keen sense of personal awareness within the confines of space and time.
A Wandering Poet 
Read this earlier but didn’t have a chance to respond. This piece really speaks to me, for a few reasons. First, the image brought me back to my early college years when I studied poetry for a term. William Carlos Williams’ ”The Red Wheelbarrow’ was always one of my favourite pieces. Second, the opening stanza brought me back to my teaching days. Third, the answer you gave the student speaks to the essence of poetry: if it survives, then so do we, ensuring we ‘live forever’. And, many of us experience despair at the thought of life ending and not having left anything behind. You have a keen sense of personal awareness within the confines of space and time.
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