The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Sat 4/5/2008)

[RetroLounge]

Sugar Spoon

Low seven digits (1,000,006, approx.), until it’s almost as flimsy as tinfoil,
this spoon,
plunged into the same sugar bowl
every morning, two, three, four times — for three-quarters
of a century, longer?
At night, deep in sweetness, it rests.
And at dawn, when the battered coffee pot begins to rattle,
it’s still sunk in the white grains,
while outside, snow
drifts to the eaves almost,
or in summer, the sticky sugar hardens
on it in little arctic ridges. On the handle, my father’s thumbprint
exactly on top of his thumbprint, thousands and thousands...
Between each print of his: my mother’s. It’s going
a bruised green in the recesses
of its engraved (viny trees,
sheep?) handle. It cost
a few pfennig once, with its bowl.
It will serve and serve
until the bottom of its shiny curve
grows so thin
a tiny hole opens
and thenceforth it will leave a dusting of its cargo,
a trail, a grainy Milky Way,
across the maple table
from the bowl to my father’s, my mother’s coffee cup.

Thomas Lux

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RL

[lizziegrace]

1. Very nice...

I think I may have heard of this poet... ;)


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[RetroLounge]

2. Yeah, his name did ring a bell...

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RL

[lizziegrace]

3. ...

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[hisownpetard]

4. A love poem. Beautiful.

:hi: :thumbsup:

[RetroLounge]

6. An amazing amount of emotion and love

in a sugar spoon.

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RL

[CaliforniaPeggy]

5. My dear Retro...

The history of love, in a sugar spoon...

How very lovely ...

And so poignant too...

Just beautiful!

Thank you...

[RetroLounge]

7. ...

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RL

[RetroLounge]

8. Kick

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RL