This post was triggered by a post on my wife’s facebook. One of her friends referenced the poem/film “this is the night mail” A captivating clip. Truly remarkable.

In college I spent the better part of three days with W.H. Auden. Listening to him recite his poems; drinking tea. talking quietly. I haven’t thought about this event in quite some time. Daily life has a way of interfering with things. It is a piece of my life. I could not say that it had a big impact; I did not become a poet or a writer. Yet I would not be who I am, had I not lived this moment; a piece of the puzzle.