SPANISH NIGHT POEM/SPANISH HIGHT PROSE
I have had some really heartwarming comments on this piece as prose, and I thought you might be interested to see it as the poem that began its life. I often turn a poem into a piece of prose, and quite often ( as in this case, I'm sure ) is more dramatic. It's as if the poem's the skeleton on which one can put the flesh. The mere germ of an idea if you like. SPANISH NIGHT Almond blossoms fall all round, soft and silent as widows’ tears: foxes cry from the high sierras: howl like banshees in the... Sign in to see full entry.