May Swenson

(May 28, 1913 – December 4, 1989 / Utah)

Staying At Ed's Place - Poem by May Swenson

I like being in your apartment, and not disturbing anything.
As in the woods I wouldn't want to move a tree,
or change the play of sun and shadow on the ground.

The yellow kitchen stool belongs right there
against white plaster. I haven't used your purple towel
because I like the accidental cleft of shade you left in it.

At your small six-sided table, covered with mysterious
dents in the wood like a dartboard, I drink my coffee
from your brown mug. I look into the clearing

of your high front room, where sunlight slopes through bare
window squares. Your Afghanistan hammock,
a man-sized cocoon
slung from wall to wall, your narrow desk and typewriter

are the only furniture. Each morning your light from the east
douses me where, with folded legs, I sit in your meadow,
a casual spread of brilliant carpets. Like a cat or dog

I take a roll, then, stretched out flat
in the center of color and pattern, I listen
to the remote growl of trucks over cobbles on
Bethune Street below.

When I open my eyes I discover the peaceful blank
of the ceiling. Its old paint-layered surface is moonwhite
and trackless, like the Sea—of Tranquillity.


Comments about Staying At Ed's Place by May Swenson

  • Rajnish Manga Rajnish Manga (8/8/2016 6:45:00 AM)


    Immaculate and meticulous description of various items kept at a protagonist's apartment and activities taking place in and around that place is just breath-taking. Makes it a wonderful read. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010



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