Poetry can communicate the actual quality of experience with a subtlety and precision approachable by no other means. -F.R. Leavis, New Bearings in English Poetry.

If your everyday life seems poor to you, do not accuse it; accuse yourself; tell yourself you are not poet enough to summon up its riches, since for the creator there is no poverty and no poor or unimportant place. You carry beauty with you or you don't. -Ron Price with thanks to R.M. Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet, 17 February 1903.

I can remember those days when I was young,
dry grass under a maple tree where we sat on
those hot summer days and wondered what to
do as the sun shone down on our young selves.

When school was out in the holidays you had
to figure out what to do; your days were not
planned. You could only play so much baseball
and it was too early to go swimming. We all sat
there: George, Benny, Ken Pizer. Life had hardly
started yet--1953--the beginning of an age, and
a Kingdom, celebrated with Monopoly, cards, &
marbles, swimming and endless sittings under
this tree. We were not troubled by war, women
or the wiles and wickednesses of the old world.

Scientific discoveries interested us not, as long
as we could watch our television programs at
the end of the day and parents didn’t argue--
get in our road. Secret disquietudes, inner
lonelinesses, the tensions of a society on the
edge of self-destruction did not touch us on
this dry grass under that very old maple tree.

Ron Price
November 2001
(for Baseball Fever
updated on: 17/7/08 and
again on: 25/2/'12)