The taste of words in my mouth.

One of my favorite things about the poems we have read thus far, is how enjoyable they are to read out loud. The language is such that the rhythms and sound of the words make my mouth smile after the words leave it. The words that fall as they are carry with them an emotion that is apparent in the music they create. For example in Those Winter Sundays the father getting up in "the blueblack cold" with "cracked hands that ached". I love those phrases. And those are only two examples in this poem. In Autumn Elegy, I loved "i am not accustomed to such opulent/ Panoply of dying". You feel these words in your chest and in your mouth. They are words that you can taste.