#Americans #Jews #Women
Driving me away is easier than saying goodbye– kissing the air,
I sit at my desk alone as I did on many Sunday afternoons when you came back to me, your arms aching for me,
Because he dreams of seeding the w… his eyes bite She looks He looks away He is snow-blind from staring at her breasts
I put our books face to face so they could talk. They whispered about us. I put yours on top of mine. They would not mate.
Love, death, sleeping with somebody else’s husband or wife-this is what poetry is about-Eskimo, Aztec,
And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. —William Blake Because I would not admit that I had nurtured
Male? Female? God doesn’t care about sex & the long tree-shaded avenue
This is the dirty laundry poem– because we have traveled from town… accumulating soiled linen & sw… & blue-jeans caked & clott… & teeshirts crumpled by our gl…
Cement up to the neck & my head packed with unsaid words. A gullet full of pebbles, a mouth
The man giving birth in the dark has died & come back to life again, is stretching out his arms
Because you did, I too arrange fl… Watching the pistils just like ins… And the hard, red flesh of the pet… Widening beneath my eyes. They mo… Of clocks, seeming not to move exc…
The women he has had are all faces without eyes. He has entered them blind as a cut worm. He has swum their oceans
Boswell– you old rake– I have tri… your style; but it is no use; my d… all between my selves: and though… make endless notes and jottings th… my memory– it is in vain– for in t…
I am happiest near the ocean, where the changing light reminds me of my death & the fact that it need not be…
Little egg, little nub, full complement of fingers, toes, little rose blooming