Personal anthology: Russell Edson

By on April 28th, 2006

My springtime cold lingered for a week, and I’m still clearing my throat at intervals. So I’ve been cheering myself up by reading some of Russell Edson‘s prose poems. Here are two:

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 dropped his leaves.

But his parents said look it is fall.

And also:

The Lighted Window

A lighted window floats through the night like a piece of paper in the wind.

I want to see into it. I want to climb through into its lighted room.

As I reach for it it slips through the trees. As I chase it it rolls and tumbles into the air and skitters on through the night…

(More Edson in this thread at wolfangel’s.)

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2 Responses to “Personal anthology: Russell Edson”

  1. wolfa says:
    April 29, 2006 at 1:00 am

    I never saw the second one. I like it.

  2. tangognat says:
    May 1, 2006 at 10:31 am

    I love Russell Edson!