there is a haiku-like spirit here that is very poignant & pretty
KS
2008/8/31 Judy Prince <[log in to unmask]>
> I'm feeling quite sad, remembering a friend who died a couple years ago,
> and
> other things.
> Just cutting up veg for a lovely salad, and every time I score the "meat"
> of
> a soft avocado, I recall her showing me that trick: cut the avocado in
> half, take out the smooth round "seed", then with the knife make cuts
> lengthwise and then widthwise in the fruit of the avocado, and with a
> spoon,
> scoop it all out, leaving the avocado skin quite bare of its fruit.
> I'm not, like so many of you brilliant folk whom I admire, one who can
> quote
> texts and poems and poets' names and sources; so those few lines I've
> memorised must have some special meaning that I don't even quite
> understand.
> Muriel, my avocado-scoring friend, had spoken this poem to me some 30
> years
> ago. I don't know the title or the poet, nor have I seen it in print.
> Here
> it is, as she said it to me:
>
> "Dead my old fine hopes
>
> and dry my dreaming
>
> but oh iris----
>
> blue each spring"
>
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