Friday, April 30, 2010

Louis Dudek

Last night, against the white wall, by the bed-post
I saw a light-brown moth
angled like a broken umbrella,
silently resting.
Not beautiful, not frightening,
but very strange and original.
How he got into the house I cannot imagine,
but I left him there­­

no doubt he had come to die

1 comment:

tata said...

I was searching google images, looking for the perfect brown moth. When I spotted the gypsy moth in your blog, it was perfect. I got this tattoo:

A few days later, I actually looked at the site the photo came from - yours. The poem is the very definition of serendipity! Thank you :)