Significant Objects will be back after the holiday. In the meantime, please enjoy the following significant-object poem, titled “The Things,” from the Jan. 04, 2010 issue of The New Yorker. It’s by Donald Hall. Reprinted here without permission.
When I walk in my house I see pictures,
bought long ago, framed and hanging
— de Kooning, Arp, Laurencin, Henry Moore —
that I’ve cherished and stared at for years,
yet my eyes keep returning to the masters
of the trivial: a white stone perfectly round,
tiny lead models of baseball players, a cowbell,
a broken great-grandmother’s rocker,
a dead dog’s toy—valueless, unforgettable
detritus that my children will throw away
as I did my mother’s souvenirs of trips
with my dead father, Kodaks of kittens,
and bundles of cards from her mother Kate.
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Beautiful! Thank you for posting the poem.