One Poem at a Time -16-

My sister-in-law, Liz Klise, a poet herself, just sent me this. A while back she had to sell her most glorious four-story town house in Brooklyn Heights and it tore her apart for sometime. And then she read this…   

 

                                                             -Julie

“69” by Philip Schultz

This morning I’m tired of the same newspapers and arguments._
I’m tired of sticking the same legs into the same pants,_
the same hands poking out of the same sleeves, going west_
and then east, heating up the same tea, watching the same sun_
rise over the same horizon, the same trees shedding the same leaves._
Tired of climbing the same stairs to look out the same window_
at the same street, tired of shaking the same hands, opening and_
closing the same doors, dreaming the same dreams, saying hello_
good morning happy birthday I’m so sorry please forgive me.

 

 

[Listen to an audio clip of Robert Pinsky reading “Street Music”]

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One response to “One Poem at a Time -16-

  1. lilly

    Isn’t it miraculous how a poem can lead us to the next “place”? Thanks so much for posting this, Julie. Think I’ll save it for a rainy day, if you know what I mean…

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