a found poem
I had never been to the house
There was a big dinner
And I said rather loudly
Oh, I’ve never seen it
Phillip said
well why don’t you come tomorrow
It snowed overnight
We were received
As he was finishing lunch
He was a bit frail
We had a long conversation
Then he handed us a ring of keys
Two pairs of galoshes
And said I’m going for a nap
The place is completely empty
And we’re on the other side of the hill
Looking back at the house
There was only one thing
On the table
A Grapefruit
In a transparent bowl
You could see it a mile away
It was this white landscape
Glass cube
And this yellow spot
Almost like the sun
In the middle of the house
Found in the November 2006 issue of « Metropolis », in a tribute to Phillip Johnson's Glass House.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
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Love this poem!
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