Friday, November 21, 2008

Selecting A Reader

Edward Hopper, Compartment C, Car 293, 1938

First, I would have her be beautiful,
and walking carefully up on my poetry
at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,
her hair still damp at the neck
from washing it. She should be wearing
a raincoat, an old one, dirty
from not having money enough for the cleaners.
She will take out her glasses, and there
in the bookstore, she will thumb
over my poems, then put the book back
up on its shelf. She will say to herself,
"For that kind of money, I can get
my raincoat cleaned." And she will.

Ted Kooser


Peter said...

A nice and realistic text by Ted K!!

The picture makes me wish I could also sit on a train with a good book. Will leave for Venice next week and wanted to go by train (not necessarily the Orient Express), but too complicated and expensive! I will fly.

Rauf said...

Weighing priorities