Russell Edson

(1935 - 2014 / Connecticut, United States)

You - Poem by Russell Edson

Out of nothing there comes a time called childhood, which
is simply a path leading through an archway called
adolescence. A small town there, past the arch called youth.
Soon, down the road, where one almost misses the life
lived beyond the flower, is a small shack labeled, you.
And it is here the future lives in the several postures of
arm on windowsill, cheek on this; elbows on knees, face in
the hands; sometimes the head thrown back, eyes staring into
the ceiling . . . This into nothing down the long day's arc . . .

Comments about You by Russell Edson

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/3/2016 10:41:00 AM)

    Nicely thought (Report) Reply

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  • (6/1/2007 1:42:00 PM)

    a small shack labeled me. not a mansion, but better than an outhouse... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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