Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GHAZALS: 23, by JAMES HARRISON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I imagined her dead, killed by some local maniac who Last Line: Sack in my teeth. At the dump I pause to snarl at a rat. Alternate Author Name(s): Harrison, Jim Subject(s): Anger; Drinks & Drinking; Relationships; Wine | ||||||||
I imagined her dead, killed by some local maniac who crept upon the house with snowmobile at low throttle. Alcohol that lets me play out hates and loves and fights; in each bottle is a woman, the betrayer and the slain. I insist on a one-to-one relationship with nature. If Thursday I'm a frog it will have to be my business. You are well. You grow taller. Friends think I've bought you stilts but it is I shrinking, up past my knees in marl. She said take out the garbage. I trot through a field with the sack in my teeth. At the dump I pause to snarl at a rat. | 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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