Poetry Friday: Flight to Limbo

January 30th, 2009

John Updike died this week at the age of 76. This week’s poetry selection is in honor of his life and work.

Flight to Limbo
by John Updike

(At What Used to Be Called Idlewild)

The line didn’t move, though there were not
many people in it. In a half-hearted light
the lone agent dealt patiently, noiselessly, endlessly
with a large dazed family ranging
from twin toddlers in strollers to an old lady
in a bent wheelchair. Their baggage
was all in cardboard boxes. The plane was delayed,
the rumor went through the line. We shrugged,
in our hopeless overcoats. Aviation
had never seemed a very natural idea.

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  • 1. Jill Corcoran  |  January 30th, 2009 at 6:46 pm

    Thank you for sharing this. John Updike was a master of words and thought.

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