Oct. 15th, 2004

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Meme stolen from [livejournal.com profile] kimarama " When you see my poem, you post a poem, too. I don't make the rules people." I went on a hunt for poems, because my favorite poetry book has gone missing and stumbled across this one. And I've been in a really sentimental mood recently, so, I'm sharing it.


Like Anne Shirley's House

I want a house that lifts itself
from the ground with a porch
like the lap of an apron
made to hold me in wicker.
The floor will be fir, clear
vertical grain; cut, milled,
shipped down from the north,
painted over each spring
semigloss gray — deck gray
it will say on the can.

People will come to a porch
composed around
the private dignity of a house
open to friends.

It will have corners for secrets.
The trellised west side
dripping rampant vine, flowering
frantic with bees in July,
a niche for the intimate glance
as amethyst deepens to violet
and the small wild loves of earth
sing out its rhythm
as if the whole country round
were gliding to bliss on rockers.

Faye George from Back Roads
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