|
at the corner,
by Emily TongI thought about ice
walking through the streets reflected
noting the price
signs
hung in the windows
as I passed my hair flickering
in panes refined
peering at the sky
I saw there behind and above
it all sublime
light
lapsed in an even
spread across uneven clouds and
covered my sight
with likenesses of
smiles at the corner of walk
don’t walk I loved
best
the thing I am least
and looked at my strangers to see
them not so strange
but like the rest
I remembered them
as they really were and went on
again to skim
fire
with fire and smile back
like any old chum to a mate
and thence refrained
from singing sure
02/18/2010 Author's Note: plays on syllabics and rhymescheme
Posted on 02/19/2010
Copyright © 2024 Emily Tong
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 02/19/10 at 05:09 AM My initial response to the first stanza was that it was stunning imagery presented in a somewhat awkward fashion, but as I read on, I started to realize a kind of clumsy genius about this poem. It's like a city's stream of consciousness. I love it. |
|
