The best houses I have lived in
and loved in
and almost died in
are the houses that rise unbidden
...
Yonks ago,
On a beach in the land of sugar cane,
A girl
Wore a purple
...
How fast we went
My mother and I
- Merrily, merrily, merrily
Trundling along in our VW beetle
...
Ma chère Amélie
How brave you are!
I could not be that brave,
...
Houses I Have Lived In
The best houses I have lived in
and loved in
and almost died in
are the houses that rise unbidden
from the swamps
of unkempt dreams.
They are almost always exceptionally tall
with several floors
and underground vaults
with stairs leading to water
of unplumbed depths
and little rivulets.
One stood in the gardens at Versailles, with all the
aplomb of a Fabergé egg.
Another loomed, a chilly Edgar Allan Poe masterpiece, its
subterranean chambers waterlogged
Yet another stood skew as Mother Hubbard's old shoe, its
staircases crooked and its cupboards empty
With a lover's stealth I have dwelt in such overnight houses,
They have come to me ready formed,
And I have pursued such treasure
as cried out to be found.