Sunday, July 02, 2006

reading

“I can’t see the Popsicle streaks down your belly, but I know they’re there.”

Marilynne Robinson, Gilead

I have no idea why that line made me catch my breath and hold it for a minute but it did. Most of us are familiar with that image but in one line she made it immensely moving for me. Suddenly, the images of all the children I remember who once had those streaks down their bare bellies came at me. I love how she writes. It’s like free-basing longing.

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