Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Callicoon Theatre (b.1948)




We are of the same stuff

That Quonset hut and I

Post-war remainders

Conceived in the wake of it

And destined to carry it along

The last, great one

Now we appear quaint

Settled in the new millennium

There are sturdier monuments

Less subject to the craft of redefining time

But they have no joy

Our folly and salvation



July 17, 2012

2 Comments:

Anonymous Ralph said...

The subject of this nifty little poem reminds me of the Latchis theater in Brattleboro, VT.

All these upstate small towns have a flavor of their own, and to stumble across long-standing cultural institutions in them like the Callicoon redoubles the pleasure.

2:14 PM  
Anonymous obat tradisional kanker payudara said...

after reading the article, I want to also make it. thanks you information

4:43 AM  

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home