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Another Poem You Wish You Had Written, from Suzie G.

Posted by David J. Bauman on

Another beautiful choice of a poem for the series, from my friend and fellow Browning lover, Suzie Grogan.

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This is such an enjoyable series to work on . It is made more poignant for me at the moment as I spend a week away from my husband, ostensibly writing ‘Shell-Shocked Britain’ for Pen and Sword Books. Perhaps, when it comes to the end of September and the manuscript is due to be delivered I will regret spending an hour with Elizabeth Barrett Browning, but I don’t think so. I have already written more than 1000 words of my book and this is a gentle break of an hour or so.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning was born on March 6, 1806 in Durham, England. Her father made a fortune in Jamaican sugar plantations, buying a 500 acre estate in the Malvern Hills where Elizabeth led a privileged childhood, developing a precocious interest in literature. She was encouraged by Mr Barrett who called her the ‘poet laureate of Hope End’ and she became a devotee…

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Published by David J. Bauman

Poet, librarian, birder. Author of Angels & Adultery (2018), Co-author of Mapping the Valley: Hospital Poems (2021), both from Seven Kitchens Press, 2018. First chapbook: Moons, Roads, and Rivers (Finishing Line Press, 2017)

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  1. Joan Leacott says:
    February 10, 2013 at 11:45 am

    Hey David, Thanks for the mention. I’m a sporadic birder as well. Mostly in the summer when it’s warm enough to be outside for hours. In the winter, I prefer watching the bird feeder through the window–so much more comfy.

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    1. David J. Bauman says:
      February 10, 2013 at 12:17 pm

      Unfortunately I only have a tiny courtyard, and with the dastardly squirrels I haven’t tried to put up feeders here. 🙂

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    2. Joan Leacott says:
      February 10, 2013 at 3:08 pm

      I bribe the squirrels with sunflower seeds on the ground. Seems they’d rather go for the easy access than do a tightrope walk to get to the bird feeder which hangs on a clothesline between two trees. So far, so good…

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    3. David J. Bauman says:
      February 10, 2013 at 3:15 pm

      I may try that. Like I said the courtyard is very small. More a postage stamp for a breakfast nook, a grill and a few plants than anything else. Most of my birding will have to be done elsewhere, although I have watched bald eagles flying near the river from the balcony.

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