#Americans #Jews #Women
Because I am here anchoring you to the passionate darkness, you gaze out the window at the light.
Mute marriages: the ten-ton block of ice obstructing the throat, the heart, the red filter of the liver, the clogged life.
You open to me a little, then grow afraid and close again, a small boy
‘Hotel rooms constitute a separate… —Tom Stoppard A bed, a telephone, the cord to the world beyond the womb . . .
On the first night of the full moon, the primeval sack of ocean broke, & I gave birth to you
My love is too much– it embarrasses you– blood, poems, babies, red needs that telephone from foreign countries,
Knowing our lives a drowse towards death (attended by dogs & children) how can it not matter
All the boring tedious young men with dead eyes & dirty hair .… all the mad young men who hate the… all the squalling baby boys . . . have grown up
I was sick of being a woman, sick of the pain, the irrelevant detail of sex, my own concavity uselessly hungering
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
After the college reading, the eager students gather. They ask me
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,
On a darkening planet speeding toward our death, we pierce a rosy cloud & hit clean air,
The whole world is flat & I am round. Even women avert their eyes, & men, embarrassed by the messy way
This is the long tunnel of wanting… Its walls are lined with remembere… wet & red as the inside of you… full & juicy as your probing t… warm as your belly against mine,