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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DRIED TO..., by ELLEN J. GREENFIELD First Line: Dried to...The package said Subject(s): Packages | |||
Dried To . . . the package said, All I could read at least, except The words Product of China and Weight 5 Oz., In the bag between the knees of the Chinese woman on the Brooklyn-bound Q. The rest of the word folded in on its plastic self -- Red letters on clear cellophane, Tall wrinkled ochre stalks clustered inside. Dried what? I bend my head to see -- Dried tofu, dried toenails, dried tongues: Things that are so dried must be forgiven For not seeming much like themselves. Dried tomatoes, dried tortoises, dried tomalley . . . But I want to know -- dried tortellini, dried tonsils . . . I must know -- dried tokay lizard, dried toadstools . . . The train pulls into my stop, dried toreadors . . . And I have to get off, dried toast, dried torpedoes . . . Oh please, I pray, don't let me die without knowing! Copyright Ellen J. Greenfield. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORLD IN THE YEAR 2000 by MARGE PIERCY THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 26. FIRST LOVE by THOMAS CAMPION TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER |
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