Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LETTERS TO YESENIN: 21, by JAMES HARRISON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: To answer some of the questions you might ask were you alive and Last Line: Like it and should I put it off for a while? Alternate Author Name(s): Harrison, Jim Subject(s): Desire; Imaginary Conversations; Poetry & Poets; Yesenin, Sergei (1895-1925) | ||||||||
To answer some of the questions you might ask were you alive and had we become friends but what do poets ask one another after long absence? How have you been other than dead and how have I been dying on earth without naming the average string of complaints which is only worrying aloud, naming the dreaded motes that float around the brain, those pink balloons calling themselves poverty, failure, sickness, lust, and envy. To mention a very few. But you want particulars, not the human condition or a letter to the editor on why when I'm at my worst I think I've been fucked over. So here's this Spring's news: now that the grass is taller I walk in some fear of snakes. Feeling melancholy I watched my wife plant the garden row on row while the baby tried to catch frogs. It's hard not to eat too much when you deeply love food but I've limited myself to a half gallon of Burgundy a day. On long walks my eyes are so sunk back in my brain they see nothing, then move forward again toward the light and see a high meadow turning pale green and swimming in the fog with crows tracing perceptible and geometrical paths just above the fog but audible. At the shore I cast for fish, some of them large with deliquescing smelt and alewives in their bellies. Other than marriage I haven't been in love for years; close calls over the world I mentioned to you before, but it's not love if it isn't a surprise. I look at women and know deeply they are from another planet and sometimes even lightly touching a girl's arm I know I am touching a lovely though alien creature. We don't get back those days we don't caress, don't make love. If I could get you out in the backcountry down in Key West and get some psilocybin into you you would cut your legendary vodka consumption. Naturally I still believe in miracles and the holy fate of the imagination. How is it being dead and would I like it and should I put it off for a while? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LETTERS TO YESENIN: 11; TO DIANE W. by JAMES HARRISON LETTERS TO YESENIN: 12 by JAMES HARRISON LETTERS TO YESENIN: 13 by JAMES HARRISON LETTERS TO YESENIN: 14 by JAMES HARRISON LETTERS TO YESENIN: 15 by JAMES HARRISON LETTERS TO YESENIN: 16 by JAMES HARRISON LETTERS TO YESENIN: 17 by JAMES HARRISON LETTERS TO YESENIN: 18 by JAMES HARRISON LETTERS TO YESENIN: 19 by JAMES HARRISON THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON |
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