Strawberries
Barzini's had strawberries out on the sidewalk tonight that smelled so good, I couldn't resist. So now I'm here enjoying them while listening to an odd compilation of music (Three Dog Night, Wilco, Police, etc.)
It reminded me of one of my favorite poems, so I dug it out to share. This is a pared down version of the whole piece...
Strawberries
-by Edwin Morgan
there never were strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
the empty plates
laid on the stonework together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the emerald hills
let the storm wash the plates.
Posted by Amanda at January 31, 2003 09:18 PM
