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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 MARIANNE MOORE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SCORN NOT THE LEAST by ROBERT SOUTHWELL ON READING THAT THE REBUILDING OF YPRES APPROACHED COMPLETION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 13 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT FOR THE PICTURE, 'THE LAST OF ENGLAND' by FORD MADOX BROWN |
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