Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SPRING'S NEBRASKA, by KAREN SWENSON


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First Line: Spring's nebraska / is no eyelet damsel but a bawd
Last Line: Prisms through the air.
Subject(s): Nebraska; Spring


Spring's Nebraska
is no eyelet damsel but a bawd
who snaps her garter
high inside her kick.
At her saloon
you drink a wine
that's ripe as hung meat
with the stink of skunk and cow manure.
Her fields are green
as con men's emeralds
where pheasants strut their bronze tails
beside demure church-going hens and
eye the sunset and narcissus
red for red.
Gunslinger-silent
snakes thaw out their mosaic coils
for rabbits chaste as their lily ears.
Into these brazen acres
like chamber music in a bawdy house
songs of meadowlarks
fall from the sky
to drop rock crystal
prisms through the air.





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