Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WAY THE ROUNDNESS FEELS, by CLARENCE MAJOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A secret world turns in us | ||||||||
A secret world turns in us. Your fingers cruise the rotunda. You handle your own canoe in water. I hear your loud heart thumping under my hand. listen to my face. Stay with me. I move around in the recurring circle that is my absence. Feel the shape. Feel how it must be in here where I sway. Your neck and breasts are round. So are our teacups. They are necessarily shaped this way. White, silver, and gold -- the dark and light colors of our wholeness are here in the shadows around us. Your mouth, I know your lips. Your hands, I know your fingers. I feel you moving all through these words. From inside of me you are speaking, giving shape to my thoughts. 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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