APRIL IS POETRY MONTH: 'To Some Buckets' by Kenneth Koch

The volume New Addresses, the last collection completed by Kenneth Koch (1925-2002), contains addresses to many things in his life - "To Friendship," "To My Twenties," "To My Heart At the Close Of Day," "To Marijuana," "To World War Two," "To Some Abstract Paintings."  For today, "To Some Buckets." (Enjoy the printable broadside of this poem by clicking here, and watch for other broadsides throughout the month.)


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To Some Buckets

 

Waiting to fill you, buckets,

One morning it was afternoon

Then evening, all the same except

One time when I filled you

And carried you to the apartment

In which a dog was sitting

I forget its name. He drank thirstily

And well I brought you

To other places too with always

A strain, hurting my arms

For you are heavy you

Are heavy with water filled

Whether it was on Leyte

That I carried you 

To fellow soldiers

Or up to the blankets, from the sea,

To some who were too hot. It makes

For giddiness to

Concentrate on you

Concentric buckets - senseless -

You lend your sides to the soul.

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Excerpt from The Collected Poems of Kenneth Koch. Copyright (c) 2005 by Kenneth Koch. Excerpted by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, LLC., New York. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

 

 

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