What's left of my great-grandmother's childhood home, just before Walnut Street Bridge. She was born in 1898.
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I don't know if it's the impossible verdure (is that a word?) the stone -- or both together, but I want Ireland. It reminds me of Wicklow, of Cashel, of Cobh.
A lovely photogrpah but my memories fill me with longing and not the poignance I should feel. A stairway to nowhere.
Paul Guest is the author of four volumes of poetry and a memoir. His debut, The Resurrection of the Body and the Ruin of the World, was awarded the 2002 New Issues Poetry Prize. His second collection, Notes for My Body Double, was awarded the 2006 Prairie Schooner Book Prize. His third collection, My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge, was published by Ecco Press/HarperCollins in 2008. His fourth collection, Because Everything Is Terrible, was published by Diode Editions. His poems have appeared in Harper's, The Paris Review, Poetry, Tin House, The Kenyon Review, and elsewhere. His memoir, One More Theory About Happiness, was published by Ecco in May 2010 and selected for the Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers Program. The recipient of a 2011 Guggenheim Fellowship and a 2007 Whiting Writers' Award, Guest lives in Charlottesville, Virginia.
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I don't know if it's the impossible verdure (is that a word?) the stone -- or both together, but I want Ireland. It reminds me of Wicklow, of Cashel, of Cobh.
A lovely photogrpah but my memories fill me with longing and not the poignance I should feel. A stairway to nowhere.
Hey, Paul, lookie, lookie! Last week C Dale was up on Slate. This week's your turn, eh?:
Water
It is my turn, indeed. Thanks for the heads-up!
I love these steps; this'd make a wonderful framed photo.
certainly a lovely picture but think there should be a poem here also - right?
Sherry
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