Yesterday I went to a poetry class to rave and rant over Yeats' poem "A Prayer for my Daughter".
Somehow Thomas Hardy's poem "The Darkling Thrush" came up in the discussion.
At dinner, while devouring a plate of spaghetti bolognaise, I wrote a haiku on birds.
After dinner, I went home and wrote it up on my blog, then thought I ought to read The Darkling Thrush first.
I googled The Darkling Thrush, and found it, along with a review.
I posted the link.
I went back to read the review in full.
I noticed it had been written by a contemporary poet.
Her name is A.E. Stallings.
I googled her.
And found this.