Out of Egypt:

"The Helga Pictures," by Emily Miller

...is a lovely poem by a graduate of my high school whom I hardly knew. (Hardly as in I may have spoken to her once or twice. She was a year older than I and moved in different circles.) In any case, this poem is like the binding thread between two things that I've blogged about within the past 24 hours: Andrew Wyeth, whom I love, and the ideals of poetry. I just wish that I could find a copy of this poem on the Internet, since the last time I heard it or read it was in Mr. Lewis' 12th grade AP English class. (One of the few things I miss about high school - or at least that I miss about the academic part of it.)

Serfass, Dagen, any other secret Solanco grads who read this blog, are you in possession of a copy of this poem? It's been a while...

Telling me where you saw it wouuld be nice. Was it in a class, or in the Reflections magazine, or what?

I also remember the magazine had a really horrible name...but then, I never had anything in it, so maybe I shouldn't mock it with such bravado.

Posted by: nougatmachine at February 28, 2004 6:48 AM

Duh. The answer is in the post. (Why am I reading blogs this early again?)

Posted by: nougatmachine at February 28, 2004 8:40 AM