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  1. Dear Bro,

    I tiptoe into (I’m stretching for a word…I would say the magnificence,
    but you would say that is snooty,., it is not. in this case) It is as magnificent
    as any butterfly, as any lighthouse, as any awesome memory . Many
    of your poems have defined your brilliance, but none have so finely
    paired brilliance (I know…you hate that word too) and beauty. This one
    will stay with me as I silently tiptoe away.

    Sis

    Ok,
    just for the record, I think the crafting is as splendid as the art.
    My hunger is fed!

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    • Hi, Sarah. I don’t know if you “remember” this one, but I used to call it “Remembering the Beach.” I could never get the ending right, until now.

      Just goes to show you you should not abandon poems forever: they may find themselves upon a later focus and refreshing.

      Thank you, as always.

      Mark

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  2. Hi Mark

    This is a stunningly beautiful poem that evokes the natural music of sea coast and the reaction/ influence on the human soul. The opening line with the “strings of Puccini” going silent is perfect as it sets the tone and mood for the rest of the poem. Like the tide, our memory of experience and emotions fluctuate and seem to humbly and beautifully succumb to the movement and , at times, the rhythmic hymn of the sea. And the reading, too, is beautifully voiced and paced, enriching the depth and intensity of this poem

    truly enjoyed!
    Wendy

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  3. Hi, Sarah. I don’t know if you “remember” this one, but I used to call it “Remembering the Beach.” I could never get the ending right, until now.

    Just goes to show you you should not abandon poems forever: they may find themselves upon a later focus and refreshing.

    Thank you, as always.

    Mark

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  4. Mark,

    I don’t remember it in this form or with this amazing magic.
    I recall Remembering Montauk and thoroughly enjoying it
    but it didn’t come close to this perfection. I’m not sure I
    recall “Remembering the Beach” but if it was anything close
    to this one, I know I must have raved about it. Did I?

    Sarah

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    • Sarah,

      I might have posted it here and hid it. No . . . probably at my old WordPress site, which I trashed. You did see it and loved it. The opening stanza I don’t believe is changed; it was the ending that needed work, and I couldn’t get it right. I’m done with it now and satisfied.

      MSS

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  5. BTW, Mark,

    I’m not at all happy that Ash Wednesday slipped by without a reposting of your rendition.

    Just for the record, I sit here with your book in hand and have paused to read it.

    Thank you! It never grows old.

    Sarah

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