Antoun,

I was floored by the first word — preciosity. I had to look it up.
‘excessive refinement in art, music, or language.’
"she uses dialect to create a poetry that is free of highbrow preciosity"

My vocabulary burgeons with every comment you write.

My children used to call me Encyclopedia Maternica. You’ve given me material for novel ambuscades to triumph over their western hubris. They think they know all!

Arundhati and Romesh are collisii straddling worlds. I don’t come close in any way to their excellence of expression and mastery of language. But yes, we speak of similar things.

You have the expertise to lift veils and see what lies beyond. It shocks me how easily you grab elusiveness!

Yes, these days my poems are cries of anguish. Thank you for seeing that. And of course the marvelous comments make my heart soar. You’re a critic par suprême of poetry.

Much gratitude 🙏🏽🙏🏽❤️