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WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN When she says margarita she means daiquiri. When she says quixotic she means mercurial. And when she says, “I’ll never speak to you again,” she means, “Put your arms around me from behind as I stand disconsolate at the window.” He’s supposed to know that. When a man loves [...] ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST’S NATIVITY I This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven’s eternal King, Of wedded maid and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing, That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with [...] AN EASY SONG It’s rained every day since you Went away. I’ve been lonely, Lonely, empty, tenderness — Longing to kiss the corners Of your mouth as you smile Your special, inward, sensual, And ironic smile I love Because I know it means you Are content — content in French — A special, inward, sensual, [...] ASPEN MEADOWS Look. Listen. They are lighting The moon. Be still. I don’t want To hear again that wistful Kyriale of husbands and lovers Stop questioning me About my women. You are Not a schoolgirl nor I a Lecturing paleobotanist. It’s enough that the green glow Runs through the down on your arms Like a [...] POEM [Your breath was shed] Your breath was shed Invisible to make About the soiled undead Night for my sake, A raining trail Intangible to them With biter’s tooth and tail And cobweb drum, A dark as deep My love as a round wave To hide the wolves of sleep And mask the grave. — [...] ALL THE WHISKEY IN HEAVEN Not for all the whiskey in heaven Not for all the flies in Vermont Not for all the tears in the basement Not for a million trips to Mars Not if you paid me in diamonds Not if you paid me in pearls Not if you gave me your pinky [...] NO PLATONIC LOVE Tell me no more of minds embracing minds, And hearts exchang’d for hearts; That spirits spirits meet, as winds do winds, And mix their subt’lest parts; That two unbodied essences may kiss, And then like Angels, twist and feel one Bliss. I was that silly thing that once [...] TWO COUNTRIES Skin remembers how long the years grow when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel of singleness, feather lost from the tail of a bird, swirling onto a step, swept away by someone who never saw it was a feather. Skin ate, walked, slept by itself, knew how to raise a see-you-later hand. [...] THIS WAS ONCE A LOVE POEM This was once a love poem, before its haunches thickened, its breath grew short, before it found itself sitting, perplexed and a little embarrassed, on the fender of a parked car, while many people passed by without turning their heads. It remembers itself dressing as if for a [...] |
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