Sunday, February 6, 2011

Poem of the Week #162

Inscription

I go back to my quiet dusting
in my warm house,

find a book on the shelf, given
to me on my nineteenth birthday

by a friend of my parents
whom I did not know well.

At nineteen, do we really
know anyone? G√ľnter Grass,

The Flounder. The gift-giver
died, a few years after the giving

in a car crash. I remember her
circa 1979, blond and pretty.

On the title page, she wrote:
To Lisa, who is warm and beautiful
and a delight to know
.

It is a hefty book,
and I’ve never read it;

just once in a while,
her inscription.

Lisa Vihos

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