I wanted to feel exalted so I picked up @3Dr. Zhivago@1 again. But the newspaper was there with the horrors of the Olympics, those dead and perpetually martyred sons of David. I want to present all Israelis with .357 magnums so that they are never to be martyred again. I wanted to be exalted so I picked up @3Dr. Zhivago@1 again but the TV was on with a movie about the sufferings of convicts in the early history of Australia. But then the movie was over and the level of the bourbon bottle was dropping and I still wanted to be exalted lying there with the book on my chest. I recalled Moscow but I could not place dear Yuri, only you Yesenin, seeing the Kremlin glitter and ripple like Asia. And when drunk you appeared as some Bakst stage drawing, a slain Tartar. But that is all ballet. And what a dance you had kicking your legs from the rope -- We all change our minds, Berryman said in Minnesota halfway down the river. Villon said of the rope that my neck will feel the weight of my ass. But I wanted to feel exalted again and read the poems at the end of @3Dr. Zhivago@1 and just barely made it. Suicide. Beauty takes my courage away this cold autumn evening. My year-old daughter's red robe hangs from the doorknob shouting @3Stop@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE THE SINGER OF ONE SONG by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS POLWART ON THE GREEN by ALLAN RAMSAY SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PICTURESQUE; A FRAGMENT by JOHN AIKIN |