Alfred Lichtenstein – Nov 29, Iyengar All Levels

More post-holiday nostalgia.

RETURN OF THE VILLAGE LAD

When I was young the world was a little pond

Grandmother and red roof, the lowing

Of oxen and a bush made up of trees.

And all around was the great green meadow.

Lovely it was, this dreaming-into-the-distance,

This being nothing at all but air and wind

And bird-call and fairy-tale book.

Far off the fabulous iron serpent whistled—