Friday, October 05, 2012
This isn't a long poem, and though I would never wish away copyright laws, I do wish I could just reproduce the whole thing here. But, copyright wisdom being what it is, I shan't, and I'll be ultimately happier for it.
But I will tell you that the poem is worth at least seventy-seven clicks over, for the whole thing, but especially for these three lines:
I hope she stays like this,
Her windows open on all sides to a breeze
Pungent with sea spray or meadow pollen.
So, read my teaser below, or click over right now to read the whole poem at The Writer's Almanac.)
At Becky's Piano Recital
by Carl Dennis
She screws her face up as she nears the hard parts,
Then beams with relief as she makes it through,
Just as she did listening on the edge of her chair
To the children who played before her,
Wincing and smiling for them
As if she doesn't regard them as competitors....
(Go. Click. Now.)
Laura Purdie Salas has the round up this week.