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Radio
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
What a terrific poem.
Posted by: Angela Ball | September 30, 2023 at 11:39 AM
The wonderful Ron Padgett. Lovely.
Posted by: Phyllis Rosenzweig | September 30, 2023 at 12:42 PM
Hello Phyllis and Ron-
Your dreams trump (yikes) mine-hope old friends are faring well and glad you're still on the pen, ann boylston violi
Posted by: ann violi | September 30, 2023 at 05:16 PM
Beautiful description of what must be a nearly universal dream.
Posted by: Summer Brenner | October 02, 2023 at 12:53 AM
Reading this short poem makes me want to order Tiramisu, a classic Italian dessert that will transport your taste buds to the streets of Rome. Layers of mascarpone cheese, espresso-soaked ladyfingers and cocoa powder sprinkles create a divine symphony of flavors and textures.
Posted by: Dr. Congo | October 02, 2023 at 09:19 AM