A William Carlos Williams moment in Emmaus
As the spring semester closes, I am trying to get to some housekeeping of several sorts–literal and metaphorical housekeeping. Yard work, filing, dusting, going through poems and essays and books I meant to comment upon…revisions, half-finished proposals and papers, and folders on my computer that are obscurely titled and mysteriously organized.
One thing I thought I’d do when I have a few minutes at the computer is to upload some past notes from a site I no longer use. Most of them are not worth saving, but there are a few I still like. Here’s one dated Saturday, April 18, 2009:
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Working in the yard and garden this morning. The peas are sprouting, the asparagus are poking up. Here’s the anecdote of the day for those of you who appreciate a little poetry allusion.
My husband, preparing to move some topsoil, yells to me, “Where’s the red wheelbarrow?”
And I was able to reply, because it was literally true: “Glazed with rain water, beside the white chickens!”
[A photo from later in the day--the rainwater glaze had evaporated.]
