(Poem #466 on new numbering scheme)
Everyone seated on cushions, around a long table for late night eating and drinking, a constant slow patter of talk in Korean that I can't quite understand: the ubiquitous Korean group dinner. I have decided to write down and publish this ode to the hweh-sik. What is an ode? You expect me to tell you about bouts of fondness, share some congenial anecdote. No. I just sit and absorb words.
For some reason, I really like your poems in dactylic hexameter (assuming I have scanned this one correctly). I think it’s a difficult meter to use in English, but you seem to have a knack for it.
I have also always loved your nonets, including the most recent one you posted.
I was going to read Elizabeth Bishop tonight, but instead I read Jared Way.