A Madeleine Poem By George Bilgere

A Madeleine Poem By George Bilgere

For me, it’s a bit of cool hide
from an orange, a continent
torn from a pulpy planet,
held to the light and squeezed
until its cratered field
bursts with little geysers,
citrine explosions.
Hold it to my nose
and I go Proustian:
there’s the twenty-acre grove
my parents owned, the stucco house,
and the whole family,
gathered under one light,
a ripe fruit as yet unpeeled.

George Bilgere
from Big Bang

A Madeleine Poem By George Bilgere

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