He Said (the first fragment of a Gerald Stern poem)
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Thank God for summer, he said, and thank God the windowwas to his right and there was a wavy motion
behind him and a moon in the upper right corner
only four days old and still not either blowsy
or soupy.
Gerald Stern, "He Said," This Time
(I love this: still not either blowsy or soupy. How, inside a conversational poem, the original erupts and never shatters the tone.)
5 comments:
Yes, I see how this captures the best of summer days, Beth. Thanks for sharing...come over and read at Oasis Writing Link (OWL) blog. I posted some poetry (my own hot off the mental/emotional press) as well. (Somehow ordering your YA fiction has taken me back...) Thanks for sharing summer day.<3
Mmmm...summertime nice.
Ahhh, perfectly summer ... especially with that picture!
I really like his description of the moon.
I was loving how unlikely those words were too. Made me on guard and hopeful.
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