[lit-ideas] Re: A Poem
- From: Mike Geary <jejunejesuit.geary2@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2011 21:17:36 -0500
Thanks for sharing it.
Mike Geary
2011/8/14 John McCreery <john.mccreery@xxxxxxxxx>
> From Granta Magazine, a poem by Jill Osier
> Requiem
>
> Across the street, two boys begin to bury
> a girl in leaves. Kneel ing at her side
> they show her how to cover her face - *don’t*
> *for get to breathe,* I imag ine they tell her,
> when what they real ly should say is, *Try*
> *to remem ber the smell of sun through it all. It’s*
> *a rare courtship.* I watch her help,
> gath er ing the leaves to her like love,
> hid ing her self. No mat ter how many, it’s
> the same heavy. One leaf will find its way
> beneath her shirt, anoth er will tick le her lip.
> What she’ll hear is almost like breath ing,
> and it must be the leaves. Sounds beyond love,
> sounds beyond love… Remem ber, I would tell her,
> there are such things.
>
> ------
>
> It inspires me.
>
> My five year old grandson
>
> covers his three year old sister
>
> with pillows and cushions.
>
> Sometimes it's a house.
>
> Sometimes it's a castle
>
> from which one or the other of us
>
> will try to steal pillows,
>
> a monster vs superhero game
>
> of which he never tires.
>
> Grandad? He does get tired.
>
> Granddaughter? Loves being a princess.
>
> But today it's a dinosaur egg.
>
> It's cracking.
>
> The first small claw has appeared.
>
>
> John
>
> Sent from my iPad
>
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