Poem of the Day
Twins
By Dorothea Lasky
Man in an Easter suit
Leans into me
To kiss me
But I am not in the mood for that
I turn and cough
I am desirable
Man in an Easter suit
Leans into me
To kiss me
But I am not in the mood for that
I turn and cough
I am desirable
You talk about the Soo Locks
and how you love to watch the water
go up and down, and the boats,
The hardest part is the way the knot at the base of the neck tightens.
There’s a whole body here to hold up the head but this time
you are tired and you want to lie down. Never would a gesture
Why are the hubcaps in the kitchen sink?
I’m having dinner guests, it’s as
simple as that. My organizational
to
clean
over:T
It was no more than the description of a burst of rain
and handkerchiefs of lightning which burned the secret of trees—
then why did they resist her?
When you were a little girl you lived on a street that went up a hill and down it again, which gave you from the be- ginning a sense of purpose, a glandular sympathy with the ebb and flow of all life. You weren’t easily fooled, even as a child of seven you looked at the butcher with grave
The brutes that graved on walls of rock
Patterns of their shaggy God
Knew His thunder, knew His sun,
Meriting slight praise alongside frescoes
still beading with perspiration from the hand
It might be von Hirsau believed he composed
a celebration, these wood panels brushed
with egg and tempera, a medieval man's rendering
Sealed into the cocoon
Of light and water, face
And racked reflection, voice