Wondering what this new light is, before he died he walked across the kitchen and said, "My stomach is very cold." And this haze, yellowish, covers all this morning, meadow, orchard, woods. Something bad is happening somewhere to her. I was ashamed of her Appalachian vulgarity and vaguely askew teeth, her bad grammar, her wanting to screw more often than I. It was May wine and the night liquid with dark and fog when we stopped the car and loved to the sound of frogs in the swamp. I'm bringing to a stop all my befouled nostalgia about childhood. My eye was gored out, there was a war and my nickname was @3pig@1. There was an old house that smelled of kerosene and apples and we hugged in a dark attic, not knowing how to continue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO RIVERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 44 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE by WALT WHITMAN Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 4. CUM INVOCAREM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |