#Americans #Jews #Women
These beautifully grown men. Thes… Look at them looking! They’re overdrawn on all accounts… & they’ve missed (for the hundredth time) the expre…
Baby-witch, my daughter, my worship of the Goddess alone condemns you to the fire. . .
I pass to the other side of the pa… —Pablo Neruda On the other side of the page where the last days go, where the lost poems go,
Already six years past your age! The steps in Rome, the house near Hampstead Heath, & all your fears that you might cease to be
Ash falls on the roof of my house. I have cursed you enough in the lines of my poems & between them,
On line at the supermarket waiting for the tally, the blue numerals tattooed on the white skins
Little egg, little nub, full complement of fingers, toes, little rose blooming
The lessons we learned here (fumbling with our lunchbags, handkerchiefs & secret cheeks of bubblegum) were graver than any
On the first night of the full moon, the primeval sack of ocean broke, & I gave birth to you
Most beautiful of poisons, border-plant, wearing your small green cowl, little friar, little murderer, aconitine flows
The decorum of fire... —Pablo Neruda We learned the decorum of fire, the flame’s curious symmetry, the blue heat at the center of the…
Again & again I have read your books without ever wishing to know you. I suck the alphabet of blood. I chew the iron filings of your wo…
Bobbing in the waters of the womb, little godhead, ten toes, ten fing… & infinite hope, sails upside down through the worl… My bones, I know, are only a cage
The women he has had are all faces without eyes. He has entered them blind as a cut worm. He has swum their oceans
Driving me away is easier than saying goodbye– kissing the air,
