Poem by BILLY COLLINS, a former U.S. and New York State poet laureate.

My new copper-coloured bicycle
is looking pretty fine under a blue sky
as I pedal along a sandy path
in the Palm Cemetery here in Florida,

wheeling past the headstones of the Lyons,
the Campbells, the Vesers, and the Davenports,
Arthur and Ethel, who outlived him by eleven years
I slow down even more to notice,

but not so much as to fall sideways on the ground.
And here’s a guy named Happy Grant
next to his wife Jean in their endless bed.
Annie Sue Simms is right there and sounds

a lot more fun than Theodosia S. Hawley.
And good afternoon, Emily Polasek,
and to you too, George and Jane Cooper,
facing each other in profile, two sides of a coin.

I wish I could take you all for a ride
in my wire basket on this glorious April day,
not a thing as simple as your name, Bill Smith,
even trickier than Clarence Augustus Coddington.

Then how about just you, Bernice Owens?
Would you gather up your voluminous skirts
then ride sidesaddle on the crossbar
and tell me what happened between 1863 and 1931?

I’ll even let you ring the silver bell.
But if you’re not ready, I can always ask
Amanda Collier to rise from her long sleep
beneath the swaying greybeards of Spanish moss

and ride with me along these sandy paths
so I can listen to her strange laughter
as some crows flap in the blue overhead
and the spokes of my wheels catch the dazzling sun.

ช่างภาพ:
neja
อัพโหลดแล้ว:
2021-03-29
แท็ก:
20221 cemetery cold cycling cycling around double exposure doubles february graves layers lockdown london winter
กล้อง:
Nikon F55
ฟิล์ม:
Kodak Pro Image 100 (35mm)
Lens:
AF Nikkor 28-80mm f3.5-5.6G
เมือง:
London
ประเทศ/จังหวัด:
United Kingdom
อัลบั้ม:
Cemetery Ride
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