A cleaving in my mind

I’ve claimed for years to be absolutely tone-deaf regarding poetry. I suspect I’ve even said something about this in a blog post. It’s not at all unusual for my wife (who loves poetry) to come to me, excited to read a poem that she’s just discovered, hoping that it will finally inspire the poetry-appreciating brain cells lying dormant in my brain. So far, not so much. &#xA; But I recently heard…