Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHAT HE SAID WHEN I WAS ELEVEN, by JAMES HARRISON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: August, a dense heat wave at the cabin Last Line: That's what he said forty years ago. Alternate Author Name(s): Harrison, Jim Subject(s): Memory | ||||||||
August, a dense heat wave at the cabin mixed with torrents of rain, the two-tracks become miniature rivers. In the Russian Orthodox Church one does not talk to God, one sings. This empty and sun-blasted land has a voice rising in shimmers. I did not sing in Moscow but St. Basil's in Leningrad raised a quiet tune. But now seven worlds away I hang the cazas-moscas from the ceiling and catch seven flies in the first hour, buzzing madly against the stickiness. I've never seen the scissor-tailed flycatcher, a favorite bird of my youth, the worn Audubon card pinned to the wall. When I miss flies three times with the swatter they go free for good. Fair is fair. There is too much nature pressing against the window as if it were a green night; and the river swirling in glazed turbulence is less friendly than ever before. Forty years ago she called, Come home, come home, it's suppertime. I was fishing a fishless cattle pond with a new three-dollar pole, dreaming the dark blue ocean of pictures. In the barn I threw down hay while my Swede grandpa finished milking, squirting the barn cat's mouth with an udder. I kissed the wet nose of my favorite cow, drank a dipper of fresh warm milk and carried two pails to the house, scraping the manure off my feet in the pump shed. She poured the milk in the cream separator and I began cranking. At supper the oilcloth was decorated with worn pink roses. We ate cold herring, also the bluegills we had caught at daylight. The fly-strip above the table idled in the window's breeze, a new fly in its death buzz. Grandpa said, "We are all flies." That's what he said forty years ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND THE SAME QUESTION by JOHN HOLLANDER FORGET HOW TO REMEMBER HOW TO FORGET by JOHN HOLLANDER ON THAT SIDE by LAWRENCE JOSEPH MEMORY OF A PORCH by DONALD JUSTICE BEYOND THE HUNTING WOODS by DONALD JUSTICE THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON |
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