A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs
but I’ve never seen wheat in a pile.
Apples, potatoes, cabbages, carrots
make lumpy stacks, but you are sleek
as a seal hauled out in the winter sun.
I can see you as a great goose egg
or a single juicy and fully ripe peach.
You swell like a natural grassy hill.
You are symmetrical as a Hopewell mound,
with the eye of the navel wide open,
the eye of my apple, the pear’s port
window. You’re not supposed to exist
at all this decade. You’re to be flat
as a kitchen table, so children with
roller skates can speed over you
like those sidewalks of my childhood
that each gave a different roar under
my wheels. You’re required to show
muscle striations like the ocean
sand at ebb tide, but brick hard.
Clothing is not designed for women
of whose warm and flagrant bodies
you are a swelling part. Yet I confess
I meditate with my hands folded on you,
a maternal cushion radiating comfort.
Even when I have been at my thinnest,
you have never abandoned me but curled
round as a sleeping cat under my skirt.
When I spread out, so do you. You like
to eat, drink and bang on another belly.
In anxiety I clutch you with nervous fingers
as if you were a purse full of calm.
In my grandmother standing in the fierce sun
I see your cauldron that held eleven children
shaped under the tent of her summer dress.
I see you in my mother at thirty
in her flapper gear, skinny legs
and then you knocking on the tight dress.
We hand you down like a prize feather quilt.
You are our female shame and sunburst strength.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Readen Ov A Head-Stwone by William Barnes
- The Old Land And The Young Land poem – Alfred Austin
- Torn Shades by Thomas Lux
- Women’s Song Of The Corn poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- On Seeing the Ladies Crux-Easton Walk in the Woods by the Grotto. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Владимир Маяковский – Расчистка пути (РОСТА)
- Валерий Брюсов – Где-то
- Николай Заболоцкий – Рубрук в Монголии
- America by Robert Creeley
- Sonnet. To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown poem – John Keats poems
- Elegy II. On The Death Of The University Beadle At Cambridge (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- I Have A Friend I Can Proudly Say by Miraj Patel
- Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: Young Jamie, Pride Of A’ The Plain:
- Yaddo : The Grand Manor by Sylvia Plath
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
