“Let living room pianos invite unwashed hands”
September 30, 2011 §
The new poetry post (with extra box for music)
My new poetry post in front of the house has been standing empty for about a month while I considered what would be the right poem to inaugurate the little box with a glass front and a hinged lid. Should it be a poem about poetry? Should it be about music? Should it be something silly or something deep? Should I look to old favorites like Shelley and Keats or get one of my poet-friends to contribute?
Today I finally took the plunge and printed up the first poem, by Sarah Lindsay: Zucchini Shofar
I wish I could figure out how to make the poem display on this page, but if you click on the link you’ll get it.
I have loved this poem for several years and every time I read it, including just now, during the Days of Awe, standing in front of my house and reading it through the glass of the poetry box, I am smitten with the feeling that I wrote it myself, or could have, or would have, had I been a poet and been at that wedding and heard the sounding zucchini and all those nieces and nephews playing their instruments or if I had ever thought of making the plumbing in a half-built house resound with a trumpeting raspberry or ever realized that the ephemeral art I practice has everything in common with butter that melts into homemade cornbread.