tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post4723899044509944973..comments2024-03-28T19:56:32.848-05:00Comments on Anecdotal Evidence: `In a Cage of About Three Foot'Patrick Kurphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436175583386298032noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-3901874683733465402011-09-01T01:50:45.955-05:002011-09-01T01:50:45.955-05:00My distractable thoughts have gone off on a detour...My distractable thoughts have gone off on a detour, preoccupied with wondering why the unnamed person threw his watch into the river and whether he ever got it back - or did he throw a Watch, as in a security guard? If so, could that person swim? I fear these are the meanderings of a thoroughly undisciplined mindzmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-13945731231881959092011-08-31T11:49:02.034-05:002011-08-31T11:49:02.034-05:00Patrick,
Your shadow-tail on the ground took me b...Patrick,<br /> Your shadow-tail on the ground took me back to Edgar Bowers's "Adam" in "Witnesses":<br /><br />The shadowtail, the cottontail, the jay,<br />The spider on her trembling web, the mote<br />Swimming my blood--all innocent, all true,<br />All unsuspecting! But someone was there.<br />The burden of the past and future, father<br />And child of choice, he offers count and name.<br />It is as though, beneath a foreign tree,<br />Gifted with tongues, familiar of the brute,<br />I made a garden, kissed a face and died.<br />Children I might have had, remember me,<br />That in your quiet house, your word emerge.Helen Pinkertonnoreply@blogger.com