James Emanuel

(1921-2013 / Alliance, Nebraska)

The Treehouse - Poem by James Emanuel

To every man
His treehouse,
A green splice in the humping years,
Spartan with narrow cot
And prickly door.

To every man
His twilight flash
Of luminous recall
      &nb sp;     of tiptoe years
      &nbs p;     in leaf-stung flight;
      &n bsp;     of days of squirm and bite
        ;     that waved antennas through the grass;
      &nb sp;     of nights
      &nb sp;     when every moving thing
      &nbs p;     was girlshaped,
     &nbs p;      expectantly turning.

To every man
His house below
And his house above—
With perilous stairs
Between.


Comments about The Treehouse by James Emanuel

  • (9/1/2009 7:00:00 PM)


    I like this very much. Alas, I recognize myself in these lines, having never outgrew
    the treehouse stage. (smile)
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  • (8/6/2009 7:22:00 AM)


    Lovely... With a certain Dickinsonian flavor...


    A great poet as yet insufficiently acknowledged.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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