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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
Edmund Wilson said in one of his notebooks that his wife's Elena's toes smelled like cheese.
Posted by: Miss Scarlet | February 19, 2025 at 03:01 PM
There are a lot of cheesey poems being produced these days.
Posted by: Prof Plum | February 19, 2025 at 03:04 PM
Sandy Koufax, who was a poet of a pitcher, could bring the cheese.
Posted by: Nolan Ryan O'Neal | February 19, 2025 at 03:06 PM
Money is a kind of cheese.
Posted by: Wallace Stevens | February 19, 2025 at 03:07 PM