Monday, August 13, 2007

Revisiting a Rhysling Award Winner

Read Joe Haldeman's "Eighteen Years Old, October Eleventh"

It's gorgeous. Here are the opening lines:

Drunk for the first time in her life,
she tossed her head in a horsey laugh
and that new opal gift sailed off her sore earlobe,
in a graceful parabola,
pinged twice on the stone porch floor,
and rolled off to hide behind the rose bushes.

It gathered dust and silt for two centuries.
The mansion came down in a war.

1 comment:

Samantha said...

I love, love, love this poem.
Thanks for reminding me of it.