The sky’s like a pewter
of curiously dulled blue,
and “My heart’s in the highlands . . .,”
feels the day beginning again.
And whatever, whatever, says it
again, and stays here, stays
here with its old hands,
holds on with its stiff, old fingers,
can come too, like they say,
can come with me into this patient weather,
and won’t be left alone, no, never alone ever
again,
in whatever time’s left for us here.
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Leonard Durso 
Warming words.☕️☕️
Glad you think so.
Beautiful
He is perhaps my favorite modern American poet. Glad you like this one by him.
That’s lovely. I’m happy to hear that.
I don’t think I have a favorite poet. In my first years I came to know Mihai Eminescu, a great Romanian poet and then switched to George Bacovia. Tastes change but the feelings these poems convey stay with us forever.
Thanks for the reply and have a great day!
I have a book of Romanian poetry I bought after returning from my trip there: Born in Utopia An Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Romanian Poetry. It does not have any poetry of Mihai Eminescu since he was a 19th Century poet but I looked him up and will see what I can find since he is so highly regarded. I have posted Romanian poetry before but my trip was in 2017 so it been some years since I dipped into this collection again. However I posted a poem by George Bacovia which sort of can be associated with your post Throwback. Anyway I did it in your honor. Hope you know it in Romanian and the translation catches the spirit of it. Now that the book is on my desk, I shall revisit it again.