I’ve a soft spot for,
a phrase we tend to whisper,
is what we say before ~
we name our guilty pleasure—
the damper pedal that pounds
sonatas into mush
the critic Ezra Pound
would call, with a shudder, slush.
Sunday sayings: Extract from Jason Guriels’s poem ‘Soft Spots’ from which the title is taken, to accompany this ageing hydrangea bloom because such wabi sabi imperfection is something I have a soft spot for
