Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Sunday Supper
It fits in my palm,
this grape leaf
with veins that lead
to my grandma’s house.
(first publication)
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4 comments:
Again such beauty in your words.
Dear William, it's such a treasure to read your 'The painting of you'. It makes me cry several times, but the tears are accompanied with smiles. Words with lots of care, sadness, happines, love. Words of life and perishabbleness. Words that comfort me also in a strange way. Thank you so much for sharing your memories with us.
Sweet greetz for you, Monica
Monica, that’s nice of you to say. Thank you. And thank you for giving the book a good home. It makes writing it all the more worthwhile.
My best to you, and I wish you continued success with your inspiring artwork.
Perfect, William. This brings to mind the grape arbor behind my grandma's house. A kind of concord, I think: the pulp very sweet but chewy, the skins with a sour bite. When I was small she made jelly with them—the best I ever had.
Thanks, Joe. There you go, remembering like a poet again....
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