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Magnificent, Pamela. I was there with you, Thanks, Jerry

Dear Pamela, I can feel your passion, your intimacy with the stricken region, where you 'learned about life and love.' Lines like 'Alive and burning/On the edges/Of modern civility express that in a direct way that a St. Louis/New York/Californian like me couldn't do. I found my emotions also swelling to crescendo with the cadence of 'Till I once again/Find myself/In the House of the Rising Sun, /Until a Streetcar Named Desire/Fills my senses...'. The grief you express enables you to access the affirmation you end with. That seems to be one of the functions of the poetic process. Your poem toched me.

Very beautiful and moving. The imagery is subtle, yet vivid. It's hard to put the feelings into words without sounding cliche. The best poem I have read about the devastation to date.