Abú...Abú! (Forever...Forever!) Tanka In Irish With Trasnslation - For My Brother Brian. Comments

Well, of course, I am dying to read this aloud, but the library frowns on this practice, so I shall copy the page and take it home with me...for I can hardly wait to sound aloud...AH, MA CREE, MA CREE, MA CREE. LYN

I am as deeply touched by this poem as anything you have ever written, because of not only the poem, but the essay at the bottom as well. Both are full of the pure beauty of one of your journeys into your childhood...and the childhood of each of us! I can feel the wind in my face as I crash down that hill (no hands!) , and I can taste the sweetness of that candy on my tongue, and I can hear my brother's heart beating next to mine. This is a pure beauty of a trip into your child- hood...and mine. Thank you for writing this one, Dearest Dear! It is perfection in more ways than I can name.