Friday, June 11, 2010

The Red Strawberry

A modest tribute to the first poem, encountered in a high school sophomore English class, that conveyed to me the transcendent language of poetry.





so much depends
upon

a red straw
berry

cradled in tea
leaves

placed with
care.


2 comments:

steven said...

i remember the original poem well!!! nice dan. gentle. steven

Dan Gurney said...

Hi, steven-- WCW's poem is one of those that really sticks with you. Strange how it comes to mind from time to time, as when placing spent oolong tea leaves under strawberries to keep the fruit up off the garden soil.