Mark, this poem (as your bio) is itself a gem. It says better than I something I just tried to say in a new effort of mine. ('Lines') Whenever we choose to write ourselves in lines, if we're fortunate we learn more about ourselves, and lots of other things, too. Your joy and your pleasure communicate with readers, and for that we are grateful.
(One of our sons lives in Canberra. We've always intended to make it on to NZ one of these days. Now our travel is severely hampered by my health, so we probably won't make it, but my friends and children tell me what a gracious place it is. Cheers!)
Starts the yearn for Dickens His damp London, his dark London. For him in all his secretness Walking abroad, at night, alone.
For Dracula. His remoteness, His seductiveness. And the structure Of love through letters Under the threat of an invading future.