SUCH THINGS (1954)
Remembering at ten; a doily on the back of a chair,
homemade cigars, and that boxing uncle with the
cauliflower ear. So many things, it would seem,
were kept under glass. That enormous red carpet
in the sitting room, the dimness of the lights. Blue
patterns on large dishes. Stemware.
1 comment:
I always thought the BEST poems were and are the ones that evoke the most by saying the least. After a while I realized that a lot of my poems unconsciously had pretty much the same amount of words in them. Ah sometimes tinkering with a watch that already works is such a waste of time
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