Saturday, February 03, 2007

Voice of a Master: Eudora Welty

There comes the moment, and I saw it then, when the moon goes from flat to round. For the first time it met my eyes as a globe. The word "moon" came into my mouth as though fed to me out of a silver spoon. Held in my mouth the moon became a word. It had the roundness of a Concord grape Grandpa took off his vine and gave me to suck out of its skin and swallow whole, in Ohio.


-- Eudora Welty, One Writer's Beginnings


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful excerpt. So much ground covered in so few words.