I haven't tired of this view all summer! Again, this morning's dawn was not quite like any other. I got a book of essays on Frank Bidart's poetry today. It is one of those books you can only read a little at a time, and you have to pay attention. I love his poetry and I am very grateful to have the chance to read all these differing analyses, but all my books of his poems are clear across the country. I should probably take it with me back to California.