Russell Edson

(1935 - 2014 / Connecticut, United States)

Russell Edson Poems

41. A Historical Breakfast 1/13/2003
42. Accidents 1/13/2003
43. You 1/13/2003
44. The Fall 1/13/2003
45. Hands 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. Ape 1/13/2003
54. One Lonely Afternoon 1/13/2003

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  • 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 ...

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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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