This works so well with Booth remembering this day with his father and his why he was dead set on getting those seats in "The Blackout in the Blizzard."
What really stands out to me is how you make Booth's father, despite all his faults that have been hinted at on the show, into a real person and not a one dimensional caricature and how these lines are heartbreaking, spot on and capture the complexity of Booth in an ingeniously simple way:
his son believed him. He had no reason not to. He'd been praying, lighting candles, dropping pennies into wells.
Beautiful and poetic, as usual and great choice of poem. Am insanely jealous of my brother who one day decided to lean Polish and can now read the Szymborska's poetry in the original language.
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What really stands out to me is how you make Booth's father, despite all his faults that have been hinted at on the show, into a real person and not a one dimensional caricature and how these lines are heartbreaking, spot on and capture the complexity of Booth in an ingeniously simple way:
his son believed him.
He had no reason not to.
He'd been praying, lighting candles,
dropping pennies into wells.
Beautiful and poetic, as usual and great choice of poem. Am insanely jealous of my brother who one day decided to lean Polish and can now read the Szymborska's poetry in the original language.