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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EYE-SHAPED, MOUTH-SHAPED, by MARGARET AHO First Line: Slot / between the fifth and sixth | |||
slot between the fifth and sixth ribs, its scourged lids/lips probed by Caravaggio, up to the first knuckle, dis- believing . . . But say you plunge in two, three, wedge in four fingers, say its almond-shape admits your unopposable thumb, your avid wrist. Say your whole hand, having entered, grasps a complex clapping . . . As if a set of castanets were at the heart, here and improvising something hot and catchy, full of longing . . . Say your own heart catches on, catches fire, starts clapping back: a burning conversation heart to heart. Say this is death, this in your face flamen- co eye to eye, mouth to mouth. Clap clap . . . Your heels begin to stutter. Please no words. Put a rose between your teeth: this is life. Copyright © Margaret Aho. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I DREAM I'M LEAVING by MARGARET AHO WHEN HE EMERGED by MARGARET AHO JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY (FROM A WESTERNER'S POINT OF VIEW) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TWILIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BLIND MAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. WITH MY FANCY by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT DOG AND CAT by RUTH ANDERSON BARNETT THE CONVERSION by RALPH WILHELM BERGENGREN REFLECTION by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH BOSTON NURSERY RHYME: RHYME FOR A BOTANICAL BABY by FLAVIUS JOSEPHUS COOK |
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