Some Poetry
I'm reading Garrison Keillor's compilation of poems called "Good Poems for Hard Times." Here's a short one I wanted to share:
"The Goose
by Muriel Spark
Do you want to know why I am alive today?
I will tell you.
Early on, during the food shortage,
Some of us were miraculously presented
Each with a goose that laid a golden egg.
Myself, I killed the cackling thing and I ate it.
Alas, many and many of the other recipients
Died of gold-dust poisoning."
I think it's saying that blessings aren't always where you think they are. Sometimes you have to get creative to find them.
I also find it amusing that the people died of gold-dust poisoning. Is that bad?
"The Goose
by Muriel Spark
Do you want to know why I am alive today?
I will tell you.
Early on, during the food shortage,
Some of us were miraculously presented
Each with a goose that laid a golden egg.
Myself, I killed the cackling thing and I ate it.
Alas, many and many of the other recipients
Died of gold-dust poisoning."
I think it's saying that blessings aren't always where you think they are. Sometimes you have to get creative to find them.
I also find it amusing that the people died of gold-dust poisoning. Is that bad?
posted by Deana Nall @ 8:23 AM
1 Comments:
At Sun Oct 23, 06:39:00 PM,
Keith Brenton said…
Amusing ... but chemically inaccurate. Gold actually doesn't poison you; it's inert.
In fact, there used to be a fancy uptown NY restaurant that served a dessert that was a brownie with an unbelievably thin layer of gold leaf on top. It cost a couple hundred bucks.
But that, for sure, is a whole different blog post ...
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