Sometimes a crumb falls
From the tables of joy,
Sometimes a bone
To some people
Love is given,
I hadn't read any Langston Hughes in a while, until I found this poem in a college address given by Billy Collins. Collins said he wished he had written it.
I had written a longer post including a random memory about Langston Hughes' poetry, but then I lost it due to some computer and human (me) malfunctioning. Suffice it to say that I caught the flu and am in the slow-witted recovery phase where I have to do things at least twice in order to accomplish the simplest tasks.
Right now Beckmann is at the laundromat, braving the bitter cold so that we can wear clean underwear again. He is a great, great husband.
* the image above is by Romare Bearden, from 1969. It's called The Woodshed and is a collage made from cut and pasted paper, cloth and pencil on Masonite. It measures @40x50" and lives at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.