by May Swenson
Women Or they
should be should be
pedestals little horses
moving those wooden
pedestals sweet
moving oldfashioned
to the painted
motions rocking
of men horses
the gladdest things in the toyroom
The feelingly
pegs and then
of their unfeelingly
ears To be
so familiar joyfully
and dear ridden
to the trusting rockingly
fists ridden until
To be chafed the restored
egos dismount and the legs stride away
Immobile willing
sweetlipped to be set
sturdy into motion
and smiling Women
women should be
should always pedestals
be waiting to men
May Swenson, "Women" from New and Selected Things Taking Place (Boston: Atlantic/Little Brown, 1978). Copyright © 1978 by May Swenson.
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Sunday, March 13, 2016
Furthermore
by Christina Davis
It was something to let him go.
It was a having to believe, furthermore,
in the voyage
of the other, a Ulysses
without an Ithaca,
was to speak
of the sea
without speech
of the shore—
and to have for a body
the going away of the body, to have for eyes
the going away of the eyes. And for hearing,
a silence, where once
were people.
And for comfort, a dwelling
before each
steps into that weather
of which all
strangers speak.
Christina Davis, "Furthermore" from An Ethic. Copyright © 2013 by Christina Davis.
It was something to let him go.
It was a having to believe, furthermore,
in the voyage
of the other, a Ulysses
without an Ithaca,
was to speak
of the sea
without speech
of the shore—
and to have for a body
the going away of the body, to have for eyes
the going away of the eyes. And for hearing,
a silence, where once
were people.
And for comfort, a dwelling
before each
steps into that weather
of which all
strangers speak.
Christina Davis, "Furthermore" from An Ethic. Copyright © 2013 by Christina Davis.
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