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Next birthday I am thirty-six, & formed (for all intents & purposes) in tooth & claw.
You gave me the child that seamed my belly & stitched up my life. You gave me: one book of love poem… five years of peace
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,
The house of the body is a stately manor open for nothing never to the public. But
The lessons we learned here (fumbling with our lunchbags, handkerchiefs & secret cheeks of bubblegum) were graver than any
Handcuffed by time, I travel across this broad beautiful America– mesas, deserts, peaks with clouds caught
You can be hurt because you want too much; because in your face it says: love me, nurture me; because in your teeth it says:
There is a white wood house near… in whose garden the nightingale st… Though Keats is dead, the bird wh… returns with melodies, on easeful… A lock of hair the poet’s love rec…
In the glass-bottomed boat of our lives, we putter along gazing at the other world under the sea– that world of flickering
You open to me a little, then grow afraid and close again, a small boy
For David Karetsky (April 14, 19… Putting the skis down in the white snow, the wind singing, the blizzard of time
Driving me away is easier than saying goodbye– kissing the air,
On the first night of the full moon, the primeval sack of ocean broke, & I gave birth to you
Your slit so like mine: the woman of it, the warm womanwide of thigh, & the comfort of it– knowing your nipples like mine,
And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. —William Blake Because I would not admit that I had nurtured