Say, Melissa, any chance you would review PLUTONIC SONNETS here? Do let me know if you need a copy, and I will gladly send one to the snail-mail address you provide (rgraber@truman.edu).

Thanks much indeed!

Best,

Rob
Rob Graber´s last blog ..Proserpina Herself! (Plutonic Sonnets 102)

Yours very truly,

Rob

How many planets should we say there are?
For sev’ral decades we’d been saying nine,
’Til progress finally had brought us far
Enough to see we needed a new line.
Now, for eleven there’s a case, I know;
But this includes three “dwarves,” and experts say
Their number (not their size) is like to grow;
We’d like a number stable, come what may.
So let our count leave them out of account,
And stand at eight! And if the time should come
When this too is eroded by the fount
Of knowledge, let theirs be a better sum,
As definitions evolve to enable
Distinguishing the stable from unstable.
Rob Graber´s last blog ..How Many Planets? (Plutonic Sonnets 76)

Now to My Winter (Plutonic Sonnets 88)

Now to my winter comes a discontent,
When many whom I love are of a mind
To mark the birth of one they think was sent
To die, though sinless, for their sinful kind.
Their god of love demanded blood, you see;
The blood of his own son, whose life, in “fact,”
Was blameless. Their god does not seem to be
A being with whom I can make contact.
But as our planet courses ’round the Sun,
There comes a moment when, the moment passed,
Well blesses them, and me, and everyone
Whom Earth above her equator holds fast.
“Let there be light,” we need no god to say;
We shall have less of night, and more of day!
Rob Graber´s last blog ..Some Elements (Plutonic Sonnets 72)

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