I don't know that I've ever been able to sit and read a poetry book cover to cover, but is was very nice to sit with the works of Deborah Digges. It might have helped that someone was playing piano beautifully behind me, but the carefully chosen words drew me in. The collection of poems made me very intrigued about the authors life. What made me even more curious, was when I found out her memoir is titled "Fugitive Spring". I look forward to reading more of her works, and I particularly enjoyed two poems,
One Night in Portland, and
The House That Goes Dancing.
The House That Goes Dancing
Not always but sometimes when I put on some music
the house it goes dancing down through the yard
to cha-cha the willows or up into town
to tango the churches.
The neighbors, appalled, they call the police.
(full poem here)
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