Friday, April 29, 2011

Walls Five



This wall from the poem by Billy Collins, The Poets Are at Their Windows:

Just think-
before the invention of the window,
the poets would have had to put on a jacket
and a winter hat to go outside
or remain indoors with only a wall to stare at.
And when I say a wall,
I do not mean a wall with striped wallpaper
and a sketch of a cow in a frame.
I mean a cold wall of fieldstones,
the wall of the medieval sonnet,
the original woman's heart of stone,
the stone caught in the throat of her poet-lover.



image:  Christie B. Cochrell, Summerhouse, Lago di Como

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