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By Daniel Green
Ads in the New York Review of Books
puzzle readers by their paradox.
These literate, best educated, sophisticates
bare their naked needs for lovers who must
possess specific skills and attributes.
To wit: tall and dark, no belly bulge,
origin, smoke or non. Must be lover
of Nature, music, travel, wines, ready laughter.
Age, of course, to match the advertiser,
whose 40- 50 ishes disguise departed youth.
Some faults may lie behind the desperation, but steeped in romantic notions,
the hope that mystery may overcome the hazard, discover gifts
neither dormant partner owned before,
may yield, at least, a weekend at the shore.
In his brief career as
a poet, Daniel Green, now 95, has written about a thousand poems, has
published four books, now adds Postscript, toLate Start,
On Second Thought, Better Late, and All
Told.. His poems have appeared in 395 magazines, in United States
and abroad. Beginning to write poetry at age 82, he discovered a latent
talent, which he sought to develop by attendance at several workshops,
and participation in a poetry group, practicing critical review. He studied
the styles of great classics, and of contemporary writers. Acceptance
of his submissions to a wide variety of magazines,
encouraged further study, and intense examination of his own work. Greens
themes reflect his observations over a very long life, recollections of
childhood, experiences in War in China, Burma, India, reflection on the
surprising changes of advanced aging, exhibiting a wry humor. His travels,
world- wide have generated many of his finest work.. His style is simple,
concise, free of obfuscation, a pleasure to hear or read.
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