Saturday, July 14, 2007

Brushs
for Ted Chamberlin

Yaddo or my own yard
two storey house, my own,
in the middle of the ghetto

seeking space and peace and inspiration
in spite of unbearable disruptions, intrusions,
the street entering

heaven sometimes fills my house

alone in my house, it's summer, I'm naked
in spite of street noises,

able to conceive poems,
lay them like eggs, in soft tissue paper


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
7:54 p.m. 14/07/07

1 Comments:

Blogger Obie Quiet said...

Dear Obie,
What a lovely thing, to be honoured in this way. And what a lovely thing, this poem. I say all this with William Carlos Williams, in mind--"no ideas but in things"!
All the best, and thanks so much. I am very touched.

Ted

Monday, July 16, 2007 9:28:00 PM  

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