Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A GALLUP SWILL-HOLE; OR, CANTINA BLUES, by CLARENCE MAJOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Her words curled before him in spirals | ||||||||
Her words curled before him in spirals. She told him, "They work a section-gang down the street." She, Sheba, the Navajo, never spilled beer. "My folks are of the [censored] clan." Her words sped in jerky motion. She told him, "We left the reservation when I was ten. I lost my [censored] when I was eleven." She went to wait on another table. A guy slapped her big fat [censored]. A bunch of dudes from Black Mesa Mine still in hardhats came in. He admired the way she handled them. Her words curled around their heads, turning them back into farmhands. She, Sheba, the Navajo, punched Hank Williams's "Lonesome Trail." She took the empties away and never once let on that she felt like [censored] every minute here with these ex-sheepherders in McKinley uniforms. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SYNCOPATED CAKEWALK by CLARENCE MAJOR REVELATION AT CAP FERRAT by CLARENCE MAJOR SAND FLESH AND SKY by CLARENCE MAJOR A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR AT THE ZOO IN SPAIN by CLARENCE MAJOR ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR |
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