tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post2074560225343548882..comments2023-09-26T08:04:43.755-07:00Comments on Mark Doty: Eros in the middle of the last centuryMark Dotyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04148162515300148887noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post-71070915330865721122008-11-13T10:31:00.000-08:002008-11-13T10:31:00.000-08:00I remember seeing the Elgin marbles for the first ...I remember seeing the Elgin marbles for the first time— that same almost-odor of cold stone and old, the white almost luminescent marble, the wild movements imprisoned in it, just at the very margin of breaking free of still.<BR/><BR/>Somehow, even if it isn't Athens, London seems a more appropriate site for this than Nashville. I remember walking, dazed, out into that old, old city and seeing stone everywhere.Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11163920808413285914noreply@blogger.com