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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 THE WINE OF NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE CRUEL MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW THE AMERICAN FLAG by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 93 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE OF A FAIR LADY PLAYING WITH A SNAKE by EDMUND WALLER FEBRUARY THAW by KENNETH SLADE ALLING TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON ON HEARING HIM MISPRAISED by MATTHEW ARNOLD |
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