In a seldom-entered attic you force a balky door, disclosing a room made brilliant by an orange tree whose branches bear no fruit but maple leaves; We’re in New England, after all. Though rippling foliage fills the pane, the flush that tints the wall will last a week or two, no more. * And this conception, if consoling, of a high, untenanted room lit solely by a tree houses as well–at least for those who’d sidestep round the fear that in the give-and-take of calls to answer, calls to make, we lose the light most dim, most clear— a reprimand no breeze can shake.
Excerpted from Curves and Angles by Brad Leithauser Copyright © 2006 by Brad Leithauser. Excerpted by permission of Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Brad Leithauser is the author of several poetry collections, including The Oldest Word for Dawn: New and Selected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2013).
Date Published: 2006-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/north-looking-room