Go read this poem by James Tate over on The Writer’s Almanac.
Just to Feel Human
A single apple grew on our tree, which
was some kind of miracle because it was a
pear tree. We walked around it scratching
our heads. “You want to eat it?” I asked …
Go read this poem by James Tate over on The Writer’s Almanac.
Just to Feel Human
A single apple grew on our tree, which
was some kind of miracle because it was a
pear tree. We walked around it scratching
our heads. “You want to eat it?” I asked …
I love to study the many things that grow below the corn stalks and bring them back to the studio to study the color. If one could only catch that true color of naturethe very thought of it drives me mad.