A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

My Last Tooth


It has been suggested by some gentle readers that I make "very bad poetry" a regular feature of this blog.

When my youngest child was about twelve, one of our favorite things to do together was to read really bad poetry out loud to each other. Waiting rooms were a favorite venue for this activity. We would always begin to giggle, and the pressure to maintain some degree of decorum in public, coupled with the hilarity of the subject matter, would inevitably result in our breaking down completely.

This was our favorite poem, written in the 1890s by an unknown poet:

My Last Tooth

You have gone, old tooth,
Though hard to yield,
You have long stood alone,
Like a stub in the field.

Farewell, old tooth...
That tainted my breath,
And tasted as smells
a woodpecker's nest.

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1 Comments:

Anonymous Christopher said...

Oh, I get it. Took me awhile. Photo of a tree. Woodpecker's nest. Smell/taste of the tooth. Better visual than actually photographing a tooth, whether in or out of someone's gums.

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