Edward Hirsch shares an original poem.<br /><br />Question: Special Orders <br />Edward Hirsch: This is the title poem of my book Special Orders. <br />Give me back my father walking the halls <br />of Wertheimer Box and Paper Company <br />with sawdust clinging to his shoes. <br />Give me back his tape measure and his keys, <br />his drafting pencil and his order forms; <br />give me his daydreams on lined paper. I don't understand this uncontrollable grief. <br />Whatever you had that never fit, <br />whatever else you needed, believe me, my father, who wanted your business, <br />would squat down at your side <br />and sketch you a container for it. <br />Recorded on February 4, 2010<br /><br />Question: Special Orders <br />Edward Hirsch: This is the title poem of my book Special Orders. <br />Give me back my father walking the halls <br />of Wertheimer Box and Paper Company <br />with sawdust clinging to his shoes. <br />Give me back his tape measure and his keys, <br />his drafting pencil and his order forms; <br />give me his daydreams on lined paper. I don't understand this uncontrollable grief. <br />Whatever you had that never fit, <br />whatever else you needed, believe me, my father, who wanted your business, <br />would squat down at your side <br />and sketch you a container for it. <br />Recorded on February 4, 2010
