By Dave Coulter
It's been a couple weeks now but I’m sure all of you recall (research shows that Rough Edges has the smartest readers at OP. com) October 6 was Poetry Day across the world. Like any proper birthday celebration I dragged this out over several days, and like any proper birthday celebration it wound up with it’s share of fun and surprises.
I was one of the lucky ones who got in line early to hear W.S. Merwin’s reading at the Washington Library on October 6. He is one of those people that is an inspiration for both his writing and his environmental work. Like any good mentor he leaves one with the desire to do more with one’s life. (Duly noted, sir, duly noted)
Proving that not all in life is profound, later that week E and I happened upon a rubber raven out at American Science & Surplus. We concluded this would be a fine gift for her brother – a writer - who happens to be a big fan of Poe. How big, you ask? So big that they even have a Poe corner in their home. Anyway, bird was delivered with a small poem by yours truly. I’ll bet you’d like to see an excerpt, eh?
From deep within the box of cardboard
appeared a vision, nay, apparition
of a dark bird, quite like no other,
bible-black and made of …... rubber?
I was very proud of myself. In this new work - The Raven of Rubber - I paid homage to both Frost and Poe, both of whom now are surely spinning in their graves. Ah, but a black rubber raven now keeps watch on a Poe shrine tucked away down in the Carolinas, and American literature staggers onward.
Happy (belated) Poetry Day, er Week to one and all.