Monday, August 09, 2010

Even Ornaments of Speech are Forms of Deceit

It's 1667. Reason is everywhere, saving
for the future, ordering a small glass of wine.
Cause, arm in arm with Effect, strolls by
in sturdy shoes.

Of course, there are those who venture
out under cover of darkness to buy a bag
of metaphors or even personification
from Italy, primo and uncut.

But for the most part, poets like Roderigo
stroll the boulevards in their normal hats.
When he thinks of his beloved, he opens
his notebook with a flourish.

"Your lips," he writes, "are like lips."

Ron Koertge

Why do i enjoy this poem so much?

August

Summer is flying by - Melanie's beautiful photo of Alden's last voyage

Saturday, August 07, 2010

platine blue egg on grilled asparagus

Details to follow

Thursday, August 05, 2010

Reading Jane Kenyon Tonight

Happiness 165

There's just no accounting for happiness,
Or the way it turns up like a prodigal
Who comes back to the dust at your feet
Having squandered a fortune far away.