A Poem of Pure Pleasure
April 06, 2016 |
| Photo courtesy fancycrave1 |
Introduction by Ted Kooser: I suspect that one thing
some people have against reading poems is that they are so often so serious, so
devoid of joy, as if we poets spend all our time brooding about mutability and
death and never having any fun. Here Cornelius Eady, who lives and teaches in
Indiana, offers us a poem of pure pleasure.
A Small Moment
A Small Moment
I walk into the bakery next door
To my apartment. They are about
To pull some sort of toast with cheese
From the oven. When I ask:
What’s that smell? I am being
A poet, I am asking
What everyone else in the shop
Wanted to ask, but somehow couldn’t;
I am speaking on behalf of two other
Customers who wanted to buy the
Name of it. I ask the woman
Behind the counter for a percentage
Of her sale. Am I flirting?
Am I happy because the days
Are longer? Here’s what
She does: She takes her time
Choosing the slices. “I am picking
Out the good ones,” she tells me. It’s
April 14th.. Spring, with five to ten
Degrees to go. Some days, I feel my duty;
Some days, I love my work.
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. Poem copyright ©1997 by Cornelius Eady, from his most recent book of poetry, “Hardheaded Weather: New and Selected Poems,” A Marian Wood Book, Putnam, 2008. Reprinted by permission of Cornelius Eady. Introduction copyright © 2009 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.
4 comments
This is the sort of journal writing that I love...those everyday moments that become poetical and magical...
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful poem. You always find the perfect photos too.
ReplyDeleteRita--Those moments are the ones that are so easy to forget if they're not recorded.
ReplyDeleteCheryl--Well, thanks! I really do try to find photos that fit the poems. It's a simple pleasure!
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