Teresa Ballard has a strong post this morning about the power of images. What images or lines stick--will always stick--with you, even when you can no longer remember your name? she asks.
Gatsby's shirts spilled out all over the bed.
Promise me you will not forget Portofino.
The post leads me to a question about sticky images, images that stick: out of curiosity, if I say, of a poem written by a well-known poet in the last 40 years, if I speak of "the dried peach halves poem"--do you know which poem I mean? Please answer in the comments box, just yes or no, not with the title and poet. No googling, but also no embarrassment if you don't know--it may be that you did not choose to read this poet, or that the image simply didn't stick, or that (p'raps admirably) the idea of reducing a poem to one image and the question seem crass, wrong-minded, or unfair to you. If you prefer, answer anonymously.
So: I say "dried peach halves": do you know which poem I mean: yes or no?