for pari
the dream went by this way
i woke and held a cigarette
the hudson wore winter white
you were tinier than imagined
& reached up to hug me on the
corner of west broadway and chambers
we've slept off years
in different cities
a slow burn of days and
speeding nights and
then we were children
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we've slept off years
in different cities
Very nice, Gary. Fantastic poem.
thank you, james--
um. may i just say this may be a fave of mine. the way it flows and the language just has something. I love:
the hudson wore winter white
you were tinier than imagined
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merci bien, jules (et jim)
I like this poem, Gary. Good piece.
thanks, sam--
Gary, you seem to always find or know, the exact right note to end on. It feels like the idea of "then we were children" is in other places in your work, but maybe that is just my morning brain. Loved this.
kathy, thanks for your reading and this comment--
yeah, i have "ferryman's children" and wendy and the lost children in another poem for patti smith & mapplethorpe--forget the title of it (ha--i am dope)
thaks for stopping by, love how you read....
thanks, sara--
second what Sara singled out:
we've slept off years
in different cities
beautiful. All of it.
thank so much, shelagh
Everything moves slowly in this poem (as in a dream) except "speeding nights" and the title.
You can, perhaps, intuit my suggestion.
"and /then we were children"
Brilliant line break! Brilliant end.
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Ah this is nice, Gary. Thought to mention a couple favorite lines but then well what to leave out :) All fresh and strong and lovely. *
bill--
you know, whenever a real poet reads one of my "poems" i always feel like an idiot, but also grateful--thank you for your perceptive comments--
i wanted to try to write a poem that seemed to accelerate, picked up speed as it went along, to a jarring ending. dunno---maybe stepped too hard on accelerator, did not build enough. will continue to ponder--
mark,
thank you sp much for reading & commenting on this poem, and is always good to hear from you--gp
Really lovely poem, I think one of your tightest and best that I've seen
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thank you susan. i really appreciate that comment--gp
This literally took my breath away. That ending. I gasped--the whole thing is wonderful. *
thank ou so much jane--for reading this small poem and for your gracious comment--gary
Sometimes I think the word sublime is too slick or pretentious, but sometimes you just gotta use it. Like here, for this poem. Lovely.
lou,
jeez--thanks for these kind words--
Just beautiful, g.
thank you marcelle--g
I must agree with Susan, really a lovely poem.
This is sort of delicious, these images and words. Yep, delicious.
oh estelle,
thank you so much for reading this little poem, i really appreciate yor kind words--
kari,
thank you so much for stopping by to read this one, and for your generous comment--
every short line is surprising and wonderful, Gary.
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This dream is hauntingly lovely. *
michelle & kim
thank you, thank you
Lovely.
beate,
thanks so much for your comment, and for reading my poem! this one went to fourpaperletters, one of my new fave places--
gary
Loved the rhythm and ending in this piece. Rich and mature, with a great steadiness. Learning a lot from it.
just finding this comment, berit---thank you so much--and for being my "twitter friend."