#Americans #Jews #Women
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:
For Naomi Lazard Sometimes I can’t wait until I… —Naomi Lazard My friends are tired. The ones who are married are tired
Already six years past your age! The steps in Rome, the house near Hampstead Heath, & all your fears that you might cease to be
Because I am here anchoring you to the passionate darkness, you gaze out the window at the light.
You open to me a little, then grow afraid and close again, a small boy
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,
You-the purest pleasure of my life, the split pit that proves the ripeness of the fruit,
You are the first muse who came to… The others began & ended with… or a glance or a kiss between stan… the others strode away in the poin… or were kicked out by the stiletto…
I sit at home at my desk alone as I used to do on many sunday afternoons when you came back to me,
I sleep with double pillows since… Is one of them for you-or is it yo… My bed is heaped with books of poe… I fall asleep on yellow legal pads… Oh the orgies in stationery stores…
Meathooks, notebooks, the whole city sky palely flaming & spectral bombs hitting that patch of river I see from my eastern window.
People who live by the sea understand eternity. They copy the curves of the waves, their hearts beat with the tides, & the saltiness of their blood
Exploring each other’s depths, that surge of connection which makes the world seem sane,
She left him in death’s egg, the bone sack & the gunny sack… the bag of down & feathers-all… Somehow he couldn’t get back. It was night,
Mute marriages: the ten-ton block of ice obstructing the throat, the heart, the red filter of the liver, the clogged life.