Welcome to the 201st Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Also, sign up for the 2013 Dive Into Poetry Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Check out the stops on the 2013 National Poetry Month Blog Tour and the 2012 National Poetry Month Blog Tour.
Today’s poem is from Seth Abramson’s Thievery:
Things Unso (page 18) If the wind takes the house it will be someone else's soon enough, and they too will find it cold. What breaks breaks open. After a house one finds oneself in a wood, and after too long in a wood one finds oneself sullen in heaven. Someone else lies in my bed now so I can't sleep any better than they do. To be lost is to be connected interminably. When they turn in my bed the whole house turns, and I turn, and the wind is emptied through my own and theirs and through a common door to some place I do not know. If things fall far enough apart, they are all equally gone.
What do you think?
I wonder the same thing about who has lived here before and who will live here when we’re gone. Interesting poem.
I’ve always wondered those kinds of things….probably why I liked this poem.
So many interesting cultural referents! And on a non-referential level, the idea of living in someone else’s house is always one that kind of freaks me out, even when I have done it! LOL I even think about the people who bought our house in Tucson and how they deal with that “otherness”!
I often wonder about people who live in our old apartments and what they like about it, etc. I find it interesting to think about. Did they set up the rooms in the same way, did they choose the same places for the furniture or did they have other ways in which the created their own space out of our old one.