Sunday, January 17, 2016

Poetry Sunday

A few years ago, back when there was money to spend on such things, I did a great deal of traveling on business. Nowadays, with budgets tighter than a g-string on a hippopotamus, the only business traveling I do is from home to the office. Not that I'm complaining, mind you ... too much travel can be a pain in the neck. The best part of business travel for me was almost always the part about coming home ... a feeling memorably captured in this poem by Kenneth Rexroth ...

by Kenneth Rexroth 

You are driving to the airport
Along the glittering highway
Through the warm night,
Humming to yourself.
The yellow rose buds that stood
On the commode faded and fell
Two days ago. Last night the
Petals dropped from the tulips
On the dresser. The signs of
Your presence are leaving the
House one by one. Being without
You was almost more than I
Could bear. Now the work is squared
Away. All the arrangements
Have been made. All the delays
Are past and I am thirty
Thousand feet in the air over
A dark lustrous sea, under
A low half moon that makes the wings
Gleam like fish under water -
Rushing south four hundred miles
Down the California coast
To your curving lips and your
Ivory thighs.

Ah, yes ... curving lips and ivory thighs. What was it we were talking about, again?

Have a good day. If you travel, do it safely and enjoy the homecoming. See you back here again tomorrow for Musical Monday.



The Bastard King of England said...

That is a fantastic poem! Well chosen.

Mike said...

I never did travel very well. I was always counting down until I got back home. And if airline travel wasn't bad enough 20 years ago, these days it must be horrific.

eViL pOp TaRt said...

Delightful verse.

Grand Crapaud said...

Nice poem!

bakku-shan said...

Homesickness or horniness?