The most recent installment here dealt with a palindrome created many years ago by Alastair Reid, a very fine poet, essayist and journalist. I haven't seen Alastair since 1957 at the very latest, but my niece Elizabeth May, who is now a 31-year-old lawyer in Ottawa, told me of the time when she was in sixth grade and her teacher introduced the class to palindromes.
She had known Alastair quite well from the time when she'd learned to talk, so she had committed his palindrome to memory and recited it to her teacher and classmates: "T. Eliot, top bard, notes putrid tang emanating, is sad; I'd assign it a name: gnat dirt upset on drab pot toilet." It doesn't make great poetry, but the letters do run in the same order backward and forward.
I'm glad to say that I got a large response to that palindrome, which I maintained--mistakenly, it seems--was of world-class championship length.
Marc Russell of Los Angeles and Fred Alvaro of Hacienda Heights sent identical palindromes--longer than the "T. Eliot, top bard" one. Russell says it makes perfect grammatical sense, and it does, indeed, if you're willing to stay with it to the bitter end: "Dennis, Nell, Edna, Leon, Nedra, Anita, Rolf, Nora, Alice, Carol, Leo, Jane, Reed, Dena, Dale, Basil, Rae, Penny, Lana, Dave, Denny, Lena, Ida, Bernadette, Ben, Ray, Lila, Nina, Jo, Ira, Mara, Sara, Mario, Jan, Ina, Lily, Arne, Bette, Dan, Reba, Diane, Lynn, Ed, Eva, Dana, Lynne, Pearl, Isabel, Ada, Ned, Dee, Rena, Joel, Lora, Cecil, Aaron, Flora, Tina, Arden, Noel and Ellen sinned."