Post-poned; Poetry

I’d been reading and writing a lot, trying to gather my thoughts for a longer post about labor, about class, about students, about economics, but Donna’s helpful comments have got me revising those thoughts some, so that longer post will likely wait a day or two. Still, it’s April, a good enough excuse for the poem that follows, after which it’s time to shine the boots and then to bed.

The Hand

Mary Ruefle

The teacher asks a question.
You know the answer, you suspect
you are the only one in the classroom
who knows the answer, because the person
in question is yourself, and on that
you are the greatest living authority,
but you don’t raise your hand.
You raise the top of your desk
and take out an apple.
You look out the window.
You don’t raise your hand and there is
some essential beauty in your fingers,
which aren’t even drumming, but lie
flat and peaceful.
The teacher repeats the question.
Outside the window, on an overhanging branch,
a robin is ruffling its feathers
and spring is in the air.

Post-poned; Poetry

One thought on “Post-poned; Poetry

  • April 28, 2005 at 10:41 am

    Off the subject, but: Why aren’t you making your own comics? You could really do some cool, creative ones, I bet.

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