Russell Edson

(1935 - 2014 / Connecticut, United States)

Russell Edson Poems

41. The Theory 1/13/2003
42. The Pattern 1/13/2003
43. The Alfresco Moment 1/13/2003
44. The Tree 1/13/2003
45. The Autopsy 1/13/2003
46. The Father Of Toads 1/13/2003
47. You 1/13/2003
48. The Having To Love Something Else 1/13/2003
49. The Sad Message 1/13/2003
50. The Melting 1/13/2003
51. The Reason Why The Closet-Man Is Never Sad 1/13/2003
52. Hands 1/13/2003
53. Mr. Brain 1/13/2003
54. Paying The Captain 1/13/2003
55. The Marionettes Of Distant Masters 1/13/2003
56. Conjugal 1/13/2003
57. Soup Song 1/13/2003
58. The Family Monkey 1/13/2003
59. Angels 1/13/2003
60. Elephant Dormitory 1/13/2003
61. The Toy-Maker 1/13/2003
62. The Philosophers 1/13/2003
63. A Historical Breakfast 1/13/2003
64. Vomit 1/13/2003
65. A Performance At Hog Theater 1/13/2003
66. On The Eating Of Mice 1/13/2003
67. Ape And Coffee 1/13/2003
68. A Journey Through The Moonlight 1/13/2003
69. Accidents 1/13/2003
70. Sleep 1/13/2003
71. The Floor 1/13/2003
72. One Lonely Afternoon 1/13/2003
73. Antimatter 1/13/2003
74. The Fight 1/13/2003
75. The Fall 1/13/2003
76. The Pilot 1/13/2003
77. Counting Sheep 1/13/2003
78. A Stone Is Nobody's 1/13/2003
79. Ape 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

Ape

You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father,
who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers.

I've had enough monkey, cried father.

You didn't eat the hands, and I went to all the
trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother.

I'll just nibble on its forehead, and then I've had enough,
said father.

I stuffed its nose with garlic, just like you like it, said
mother.

Why don't you have the butcher cut these apes up? You lay
the whole thing on the table every night; the same fractured
skull, the same singed ...

Read the full of Ape

The Fall

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

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