Russell Edson

(1935 - 2014 / Connecticut, United States)

Russell Edson Poems

1. The Bridge 1/13/2003
2. The Closet 1/13/2003
3. The Position 1/13/2003
4. The Changeling 1/13/2003
5. The Lighted Window 1/13/2003
6. The Ox 1/13/2003
7. The Death Of A Fly 1/13/2003
8. The Autopsy 1/13/2003
9. The Man Rock 1/13/2003
10. The Theory 1/13/2003
11. The Gentlemen In The Meadow 1/13/2003
12. The Road 1/13/2003
13. The Sad Message 1/13/2003
14. The Pattern 1/13/2003
15. The Alfresco Moment 1/13/2003
16. The Wounded Breakfast 1/13/2003
17. The Father Of Toads 1/13/2003
18. The Having To Love Something Else 1/13/2003
19. The Rat's Tight Schedule 1/13/2003
20. The Reason Why The Closet-Man Is Never Sad 1/13/2003
21. The Marionettes Of Distant Masters 1/13/2003
22. The Tree 1/13/2003
23. The Melting 1/13/2003
24. Vomit 1/13/2003
25. Soup Song 1/13/2003
26. Grass 1/13/2003
27. Erasing Amyloo 1/13/2003
28. The Breast 1/13/2003
29. Paying The Captain 1/13/2003
30. The Philosophers 1/13/2003
31. Conjugal 1/13/2003
32. Mr. Brain 1/13/2003
33. Angels 1/13/2003
34. The Pilot 1/13/2003
35. Ape And Coffee 1/13/2003
36. A Journey Through The Moonlight 1/13/2003
37. A Historical Breakfast 1/13/2003
38. Accidents 1/13/2003
39. You 1/13/2003
40. The Toy-Maker 1/13/2003

Comments about Russell Edson

  • Chris Bowen (1/27/2008 11:17:00 AM)

    i like russell edson prose sometimes, does he visit this site?

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Best Poem of Russell Edson

One Lonely Afternoon

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 ...

Read the full of One Lonely Afternoon

One Lonely Afternoon

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.

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