Or was it raspberries?
That was the title of a book of poems
I bought somewhere in rural Arkansas
in 1978, where three friends and I
had come for boating on the
Buffalo River.
Written by one Edsel ... (not Ford,
I think, definitely not Ford). And
now I can’t find it on my shelves
to help me remember why
those berries, straw or rasp,
run deep.
– Leonard “Does Run Deep” Blumfeld (© 2010)
A poem to illustrate the strangeness of (my) memory and to go with “running” at One Single Impression.
Notes
As I found out with the help of Google, the poet's name is Edsel Ford indeed (there is a Wikipedia article about him), and the title of the collection is “Raspberries Run Deep” (published in 1975). I still haven't located the book, though, so the deep-running raspberries must remain a mystery for now.
Sorry, can't help you with that.
ReplyDeletehaha...nice write :)
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ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting and commenting, Stan and Aayushi!
ReplyDeleteLooks like I added my notes a tad too late for you to see.
I have had that experience of trying to assemble all the pieces of a memory.
ReplyDeleteI love the writer's name and what you did with it.
I love your clever take on this prompt...it is frustrating when we have only bits and pieces of a memory, and that last puzzle piece is missing! Glad you were able to solve it with the wonders of the internet. :~)
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ReplyDeleteIt is so frustrating, not being able to find a book. I liked this...
ReplyDeleteleaves clinging to me like limpets
I've surrendered to the idea that books are living things that go and live where they please!
ReplyDeleteI very much like the meandering-ness of this.
Clever piece! I know that feeling. More often than not, actually. Running in place!
ReplyDeleteI *really* like this poem. It is simple yet full of ideas and knowledge. I could understand it. It was accessible to me. Just great!
ReplyDeleteOh I also am often like that...rummaging through old piles just because I suddenly remember a very important document or book or whatever they are which are buried through time...became useless for a time and suddenly became needed at one time!
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