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Column 213

Earbud

Intro by Ted Kooser
04.29.2009

Bill Holm, one of the most intel­li­gent and engag­ing writ­ers of our north­ern plains, died on Feb­ru­ary 25th. He will be great­ly missed. He and I were of the same gen­er­a­tion and we shared the same sense of won­der, amuse­ment, and skep­ti­cism about the course of tech­nol­o­gy. I don’t yet own an Ear­bud, but I won’t need to, now that we have Bil­l’s poem.

Earbud

Earbud—a tiny marble sheathed in foam   
to wear like an interior earring so you   
can enjoy private noises wherever you go,   
protected from any sudden silence.   
Only check your batteries, then copy   
a thousand secret songs and stories   
on the tiny pod you carry in your pocket.   
You are safe now from other noises made   
by other people, other machines, by chance,   
noises you have not chosen as your own.   
To get your attention, I touch your arm   
to show you the tornado or the polar bear.   
Sometimes I catch you humming or talking to the air   
as if to a shrunken lover waiting in your ear.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2008 by Bill Holm, whose most recent book of poems is "Playing the Black Piano," Milkweed Editions, 2004. Poem reprinted by permission of Bill Holm. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.