- Erotic Poetry
- What I Wrote in Iraq
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Click hereI had copies of English Poetry, W.B. Yeats, and Elizabeth B.-Browning when I was there--and I read those books closely, but I only wrote one poem:
Campion and Herrick
When we played, we'd find their horns
and bury them on the hill,
Cherry-bright, if we dug our holes
they'd be sure to grow in May,
Cherry-ripe, she gre and strayed
when we found no elk nor doe.
- COMMENTS
annaswirlsabout 15 years agovery abstract, mysterious but with these concrete images of planting, burying, growth, change... that is feels familiar, very moving
wildsweetonealmost 17 years agoi mentioned this poem in the new poem review thread in the poetry forum - wildsweetone
