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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 DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS OPPORTUNITY by JOHN JAMES INGALLS TO RUSSIA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (1) by WALTER RALEIGH THE BATTLE-SONG OF GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS by MICHAEL ALTENBURG |
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