Russell Edson Poems
|5.||The Lighted Window||1/13/2003|
|7.||The Death Of A Fly||1/13/2003|
|9.||The Man Rock||1/13/2003|
|11.||The Gentlemen In The Meadow||1/13/2003|
|13.||The Sad Message||1/13/2003|
|14.||The Alfresco Moment||1/13/2003|
|16.||The Wounded Breakfast||1/13/2003|
|17.||The Father Of Toads||1/13/2003|
|20.||The Having To Love Something Else||1/13/2003|
|22.||The Rat's Tight Schedule||1/13/2003|
|23.||The Reason Why The Closet-Man Is Never Sad||1/13/2003|
|24.||The Marionettes Of Distant Masters||1/13/2003|
|26.||The Family Monkey||1/13/2003|
|33.||Paying The Captain||1/13/2003|
|40.||Ape And Coffee||1/13/2003|
Comments about 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 ...
There was a man who found two leaves and came
indoors holding them out saying to his parents
that he was a tree.
To which they said then go into the yard and do
not grow in the living room as your roots may
ruin the carpet.
He said I was fooling I am not a tree and he