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May 25, 2022


Oh yes, I do like this poem and I'm glad to encounter it again. This time I'm giving it serious consideration. I notice in the list of scorned elements, subjects, gestures, a few bits have been left out, left over, so I can work with those in future poems. However, I'll ignore the restriction on animals, and...hmm, a few other bits. Trains and footsteps, I need those, or I might. Oh. They're growing on me--trains, footsteps. So long since I've written about a train -- gosh, I was a kid. I mean, I was 24, but... Same thing. Also, I retain the right to use "shattered" -- m-a-y-b-e. But ya gotta be careful with "shattered," it's already so... Anyway. Scent, I won't forfeit that. In fact, I should return to a couple early poems and introduce scent. I will have scent in my next poem. I have too many unscented poems. Jasmine and burnt rice. No, another thing that's burning. What's burning? I hope something short of Everything.

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman


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