Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Great Regulars: Mothers and fathers grow accustomed

to being asked by young children, "What's that?" Thus parents relearn the world by having to explain things they haven't thought about in years. In this poem the Illinois poet Bruce Guernsey looks closely at common, everyday moss and tries to explain its nature for us. I admire the way the poem deepens as the moss moves from being a slipcover to wet dust on a gravestone.

Moss

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 078

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