Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, GHAZALS: 18, by JAMES HARRISON


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GHAZALS: 18, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: I told the dark-haired girl to come down out of the apple
Last Line: My brain. We'll go to judah to wait for the apocalypse.
Alternate Author Name(s): Harrison, Jim
Subject(s): Art & Artists; Dreams; Imaginary Conversations; Nightmares


I told the dark-haired girl to come down out of the apple
tree and take her medicine. In a dream I told her so.

We're going to have to do something about the night. The tissue
won't restore itself in the dark. I feel safe only at noon.

Waking. Out by the shed, their home, the Chicano cherry pickers
sing hymns on a hot morning, three guitars and a concertina.

We don't need dime-store surrealists buying objects to write
about or all this up-against-the-wall nonsense in Art News.

Even in the wilderness, in Hell Roaring Creek Basin, in this
grizzly kingdom, I fear stepping into a hidden missile silo.

My friend has become crippled, back wrenched into an "S" like
my brain. We'll go to Judah to wait for the Apocalypse.





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