The Little Review (littlereview) wrote,
The Little Review
littlereview

Poem for Tuesday


The Paw of a Cat
By Kay Ryan


The first trickle
of water down
a dry ditch stretches
like the paw
of a cat, slightly
tucked at the front,
unambitious
about auguring
wet. It may sink
later but it hasn't
yet.

--------

From this week's New Yorker.

I spent Monday trying to get organized, which means that all I accomplished was half the laundry, half the putting-stuff-away, and half the e-mails, photo cropping, etc. that I had intended. I swear that the clock moves faster than it did a few years ago. I have nothing exciting to report except that the Green Man Review sent me the complete Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy on CDs (first book read by Stephen Fry, subsequent books read by Martin Freeman who played Arthur Dent in the movie of the first). And there were chocolate covered coffee beans in the package.


A Spanish challenger rides against an English knight at the Pennsylvania Renfaire on Sunday.


The challenger turned out to be a woman. Sir Francis Walsingham kept trying to make her leave the field but she got more applause than most of the men.


The English knights displayed their equestrian skills as a group...


...circling and galloping down the field together. (I am sure there are equestrian names for these demonstrations but I don't know what they are!)


Though he wears Slytherin colors, this knight is known not as Draco but as King of Pain due to his resemblance to a certain singer.


The heralds signaled different phases of the competition.


Here is one of the spectacular stunt riders.


And another jousting run.
</center>

I am sure I had something else to say but the extreme eater on the Colbert Report has left me so nauseous that I must go lie down. Tuesday I have a doctor's appointment, anyway, and then I am going to see a friend who just got out of the hospital, so I had better be well rested!
Subscribe

  • Greetings from Sugarloaf

    Saturday was a gorgeous day, so after lunch we went on the Countryside Artisans spring tour, which is mostly outdoors and socially distanced -- we…

  • Poem for Saturday and Crab Apple Color

    Crab Apple Trees By Larry Schug I’m tempted to say these trees belong to me, take credit for blossoms that gather sunrise like stained glass…

  • Poem for Friday and Locust Grove

    The Good-Morrow By John Donne I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on country…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 0 comments