David Lehman

(June 11, 1948 / New York City)

December 7 - Poem by David Lehman

As I sit at my desk wishing
I did not have to edit a book
on poetry and painting a
subject that fascinates me
usually, but today is not as
usual, being today, white sky,
decent amount of sunlight,
forty one degrees in Central Park,
and it makes sense to dream of
Chicago, another big city
with two major league ballclubs,
and the pleasure of seeing Paul
and you, too, Elaine, whom
I never get to see often enough
in our own city of the subway series
the champagne gallery and
the tech wreck on wall street,
and as I look out the window
almost any minute I expect
the brokers to fall from the sky
like Icarus in Brughel's painting in
Auden's "Musee des Beaux Arts"
(and so back to work)


Comments about December 7 by David Lehman

  • Rookie - 178 Points Brian Jani (5/16/2014 5:42:00 PM)

    Dave Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 6,135 Points Saiom Shriver (4/26/2012 6:30:00 PM)

    'I expect
    the brokers to fall from the sky
    like Icarus in Brughel's painting in
    Auden's Musee des Beaux Arts' delightful (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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