Horses Make A Landscape Look More Beautiful: Poems (1988) - Plot & Excerpts
Some wonderful stuff here. My three favorites?The hopeful:WE ALONEWe alone can devalue gold by not caring if it falls or rises in the marketplace. Wherever there is gold there is a chain, you know, and if your chain is gold so much the worse for you.Feathers, shells and sea-shaped stones are all as rare.This could be our revolution: to love what is plentiful as much as what's scarce.--------------------The angry:THE DIAMONDS ON LIZ’s BOSOMThe diamonds on Liz’s bosomare not as brightas his eyesthe morning they took himto work in the mines.The rubies in Nancy’sjewel box (Oh, how he loves red!)not as vividas the despairin his children’sfrowns.Oh, those Africans!Everywhere you lookthey’re bleedingand cryingCrying and bleedingon some of the whitest necksin your town.-------------------And the warm and fuzzy:THESE MORNINGS OF RAINThese mornings of rainwhen the house is cozyand the phone doesn’t ringand I am alonethough snugin my daughter’sfire-red robeThese mornings of rainwhen my lover’s large sockscushion my chilly feetand meditationhas made me onewith the pine treeoutside my doorThese mornings of rainwhen all noises comingfrom the streethave a slippery soundand the wind whistlesand I have had my cupof green teaThese morningsin Fallwhen I have slept lateand dreamedof people I likein places where we’reobviously on vacationThese morningsI do not needmy beloveds’ arms about meuntil much laterin the day.I do not need foodI do not need the postpersonI do not need my best friendto call mewith the lateston the invasion of Grenadaand her lifeI do not need anything.To be warm, to be dry,to be writing poems again(after months of distractionand emptiness!)to love and be lovedin absentiais joy enough for me.On these blustery morningsin a citythat could be wetfrom my kissesI need nothing else.And then again,I need it all.
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