Russell Edson

(1935 - 2014 / Connecticut, United States)

The Floor

Poem by Russell Edson

The floor is something we must fight against.
Whilst seemingly mere platform for the human
stance, it is that place that men fall to.
I am not dizzy. I stand as a tower, a lighthouse;
the pale ray of my sentiency flowing from my face.

But should I go dizzy I crash down into the floor;
my face into the floor, my attention bleeding into
the cracks of the floor.

Dear horizontal place, I do not wish to be a rug.
Do not pull at the difficult head, this teetering
bulb of dread and dream . . .


Comments about The Floor by Russell Edson

  • M Asim NehalM Asim Nehal (2/3/2016 10:04:00 AM)

    But should I go dizzy I crash down into the floor;
    my face into the floor, my attention bleeding into
    the cracks of the floor.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003