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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GHAZALS: 12, by JAMES HARRISON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Says borges in ficciones, 'I'm in hell. I'm dead,' and the dark Last Line: Slapping the warm water on which the sun ripples and churns. Alternate Author Name(s): Harrison, Jim Subject(s): Death; Drinks & Drinking; Imaginary Conversations; Dead, The; Wine | |||
Says Borges in Ficciones, "I'm in hell. I'm dead," and the dark is glandular and swells about my feet concealing the ground. Let us love the sun, little children but it is around too much to notice and has no visible phases to care about. Two pounds of steak eaten in deference to a tequila hangover. His sign is that of a pig, a thousand-pound Hampshire boar. Some would say her face looked homely with that thing sticking out of it as if to feed her. Not I, said Wynken, not I. The child is fully clothed but sits in the puddle madly slapping the warm water on which the sun ripples and churns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CUP OF TREMBLINGS by JOHN HOLLANDER VINTAGE ABSENCE by JOHN HOLLANDER SENT WITH A BOTTLE OF BURGUNDY FOR A BIRTHDAY by JOHN HOLLANDER TO A CIVIL SERVANT by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG WINE by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT THE GOOD FELLOW by ALEXANDER BROME WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN by DAVID LEHMAN THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON |
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