Russell Edson

(1935 - 2014 / Connecticut, United States)

Russell Edson Poems

41. A Historical Breakfast 1/13/2003
42. You 1/13/2003
43. Hands 1/13/2003
44. Ape And Coffee 1/13/2003
45. Accidents 1/13/2003
46. A Performance At Hog Theater 1/13/2003
47. Antimatter 1/13/2003
48. The Fight 1/13/2003
49. Sleep 1/13/2003
50. Counting Sheep 1/13/2003
51. On The Eating Of Mice 1/13/2003
52. A Stone Is Nobody's 1/13/2003
53. One Lonely Afternoon 1/13/2003
54. 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


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

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 Bridge

In his travels he comes to a bridge made entirely of bones.
Before crossing he writes a letter to his mother: Dear mother,
guess what? the ape accidentally bit off one of his hands while
eating a banana. Just now I am at the foot of a bone bridge. I
shall be crossing it shortly. I don't know if I shall find hills and
valleys made of flesh on the other side, or simply constant
night, villages of sleep. The ape is scolding me for not teaching
him better. I am letting him wear my pith

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