Friday, November 27, 2009
Death
An old man reading at a table,
a curious ghost standing beside him,
lighting the pages with a candle.
(first publication)
Note: After this was written, I remembered that I already have a poem by this title, a slightly longer piece done in 2006. I hate to repeat myself. Then again, Death does, so why can’t I?
Recently Linked: My thanks to Joe Hutchison for linking to Recently Banned Literature in his entry about Tom Montag and Tom’s blog, The Middlewesterner. Joe is right — Tom is “in the zone.”
Updates:
“Death” added to Poems, Slightly Used.
In the Forum: a long nap.
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8 comments:
You're pretty painting with letters, William!
Rudhi, it’s interesting you would say that, because I envision the poem as a dark, yet somehow cheerful woodcut.
As always, you never disappoint...at least not this reader.
Thanks, Gray. I’m both pleased and grateful for the connection.
Two poems entitled Death! Good grief, man! How could you?
I've got about six named 'Time', ten or so called 'Space' and maybe fifteen entitled 'Change', two in the same book.
I wouldn't sweat it. :-)
Death Death Death Death Death ...
How very Eliot of you :P
Well, when it comes to death, I must say that I prefer Ralph Stanley.
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