Bruegel in poetry
17 January 2009 1 Comment
I’ve been a fan of Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac for a number of years now, and was glad to begin hearing it a year or two ago on our local Public Radio Station early in the afternoons. I was disappointed, though, when the show was moved to the mornings, when I’m less likely to be listening to the radio. Furthermore, I retain a certain nostalgia for an afternoon broadcast of the program, as I heard it every day for an entire summer as I drove to work at 3p.m.
All of that to say I added the website to my feed reader late this week after hearing Keillor read a particularly nice poem, Peaches or Plums by Alan Michael Parker. Checking the feed this morning, I was greeted with a work titled First Cutting by Susie Patlove. The poem is about the cutting of hay, and happens to mention Bruegel about a third of the way through in this excerpted sentence:
How does the taste of my sweat take me
down through the gate of childhood,
spinning backwards to land in a field
painted by Bruegel, where the taste of salt
is the same, and the same heat
rises in waves off a newly flattened field.