Sunday, November 15, 2009

Allan Peterson

a lovely excerpt from a lovely poem in the midst of a lovely essay -- round and round we go ---
[this poem = my childhood.]

"I remember being made
to stand in the corner for punishment
because it would be dull and empty
and I would be sorry.
But instead it was a museum of small wonders,
a place of three walls
with a weather my breath influenced,
an archaeology of layers, of painted molding,
a meadow as we called them then
of repeatable pale roses,
an eight-eyed spider in a tear of wallpaper
turning my corner.
The texture. The soft echo if I talked,
if I said I am not bad if this is the world."

-- Allan Peterson

as spotted hereherehere

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