[lit-ideas] another really old poem
- From: Eric Yost <eyost1132@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2005 23:31:29 -0400
One Idea
No ideas but in things like ideas;
no things but in ideas of things.
The millipede climbing a lemon peel
on a dusty red carpet is a thing
without ideas, but an idea
of a thing gives me the idea
to crush the thing, outlined,
as it is, by the soft white pulp
of the lemon peel, outlined as
the idea of something out of place,
its legs flexing, eyelash thin, reckoning
between yellow rind and white pulp.
The idea of the millipede touches
my idea of myself. I grab lemon peel
and millipede with a paper towel,
carry it outside into a night of crickets
and stars. I place them on a flower bed
and go back inside. My idea was
to be a person who returned both things
to their proper place with respect.
I see the lemon peel next morning.
I never understand the millipede.
Has it found a home? Have I?
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