Since the fern can't go to the sink for a drink of
water, I graciously submit myself to the task, bringing two
glasses from the sink.
And so we sit, the fern and I, sipping water together.
Of course I'm more complex than a fern, full of deep
thoughts as I am. But I lay this aside for the easy company
of an afternoon friendship.
I don't mind sipping water with a fern, even though,
had I my druthers, I'd be speeding through the sky for
Stockholm, sipping a bloody mary with a wedge of lime.
And so we sit one lonely afternoon sipping water
together. The fern looking out of its fronds, and I, looking
out of mine . . .
I like this quirky poem. It is just the kind of scene and thoughts any of us could have if we have the imagination and initiative.
And so we sit one lonely afternoon sipping water together. The fern looking out of its fronds, and I, looking out of mine.
Marvelous anecdote to overcome loneliness found. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Russell Edson has (had?) a strange sense of humor [read some of his other poems and you will see what I mean], and must have been a very fast typist. All 54 of his poems were submitted on the same day,13 Jan 2003.
He is not a member. He is a 'modern poet'. So someone uploaded them in bulk. Perhaps he is even still alive somewhere!