Thursday, November 20, 2008

A Day (Late) of Sharing Words

Some of the time, going home,
I go
Blind and can’t find it.
The house I lived in growing up and out
The doors of high school is torn
Down and cleared
Away for further development, but that does not stop me.
First in the heart
Of my blind spot are
The Buckhead Boys.
If I can find them, even one,I’m home.
And if I can find him
catch him in or around Buckhead, I’ll never die:
it’s likely my youth will walk
Inside me like a king.

title: Searching for the Buckhead Boys (first stanza)
by James Dickey

1 comment:

Jonna said...

very interesting...I've never heard of this poet before. Will have to find the rest of it.