#Americans #Jews #Women
I want to understand the steep thi… that climbs ladders in your throat… I can’t make sense of you. Everywhere I look you’re there— a vast landmark, a volcano
All over the district, on leather… & brocade couches, on daybeds & ‘professional divans,’ they… The air is thick with it, the ears of analysts must be stick…
Exploring each other’s depths, that surge of connection which makes the world seem sane,
. .Who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet’s heart when… and tangled in a woman’s body? —Virginia Woolf Every month,
After the college reading, the eager students gather. They ask me
Parachuting down through clouds shaped like whales & sharks, dolphins & penguins, pelicans & gulls,
The old poet with his face full of lines, with iambs jumping in his hair lik… with all the revisions of his body unsaying him,
For Naomi Lazard Sometimes I can’t wait until I… —Naomi Lazard My friends are tired. The ones who are married are tired
Little egg, little nub, full complement of fingers, toes, little rose blooming
People wish to be settled. Onl… —Thoreau My life has been the instrument for a mouth
We used to strike sparks off each other. Our eyes would meet or our hands, & the blue lightning of love
I sit at my desk alone as I did on many Sunday afternoons when you came back to me, your arms aching for me,
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…
Narrowing life because of the fear… narrowing it between the dust mote… narrowing the pink baby between the green-limbed monsters, & the drooling idiots,
Now, moving in, cartons on the flo… the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled squares where pain… and something reminding us