A beautiful poem by poet, fiction writer, and journalist Marilyn Krysl just went up on the Academy of American Poets Web site. It’s called “Sutra,” and it opens with these lines:
Looking back now, I see
I was dispassionate too often,
dismissing the robin as common,
and now can’t remember what
robin song sounds like.
Oh yes. I know that particular sense of regret.
There’s more here, and you shouldn’t miss the deft way Krysl’s poem turns from regret to fresh desire.