Explore "The Child Meditates" by Maxwell Bodenheim on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
/ The oak-tree in front of my house / Smells different every morning. / Sometimes it smells fresh and wise / Like my mother's hair. / Sometimes it stands ashamed / Because it doesn't own the smell / It borrowed from our flower-garden. / Sometimes it has a windy smell, / As though it had come back from a long walk. / The oak-tree in front of my house / Has different smells, like grown up people.
/ My doll hides behind her pink cheeks, / So that you can't see when she moves, / But it doesn't matter because / She always moves when no one is looking, / And that is why people think she is still. / People laugh when I say that my doll is alive, / But if she were dead, my fingers / Wouldn't know that they were touching her. / She lives inside a little house. / And laughs because I cannot find the door.