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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
KITCHEN CHAIR POEM #5, by CLARENCE MAJOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Truck driver, second-floor roomer | |||
Truck driver, second-floor roomer. Good for next month's rent? A screaming silence fell down three flights and hit the basement. Couldn't last any longer -- her getting by like. The jealousy. These others with husbands who still had teeth. Every broad in the building screamed down into her room -- screaming on her to make it, to get her hat -- scrape the wind outside. The blowing December slabs nailed her against herself, against her own desperation. And they had no idea why she split without a fight. All those strikes against her. Like this dude said who'd just come out of prison, Man I can't even afford to look with my eyes funny. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SYNCOPATED CAKEWALK by CLARENCE MAJOR REVELATION AT CAP FERRAT by CLARENCE MAJOR SAND FLESH AND SKY by CLARENCE MAJOR A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR AT THE ZOO IN SPAIN by CLARENCE MAJOR ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR |
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