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
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
posted by Obie Quiet at 7:47 PM
1 Comments:
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
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