Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOST WHITE BROTHER, by JANE MILLER Poet's Biography First Line: We are about / to move away from guys getting messy Last Line: My love. Subject(s): Absence; New Mexico; Solitude; Separation; Isolation; Loneliness | ||||||||
We are about to move away from guys getting messy at their headquarters two tables down. The you is gone, the bar vacuum is on, the TV turned high, casting a sunset on the opposite wall. In the intelligent Taos Inn, a copy of the historic Ansel Adams photo, Moonrise, Hernandez, New Mexico, hangs. Like, dehydration city, like, work, like the spirit ants aren't going to move out of the bowel of the valley, the ski resort. If I go home I can sidle up to my bed and arrange it so I slice the moon on my pillow for the official margarita of the lost white brother, hailed by prophecy. Lorca died this same age, 38. Some people's parents are still alive, and there will be that to deal with; and I have approached this close like a date, like a feeling. Don't think you're alone in needing to be alone. Whether it's his last egg Mandelstam offers Akhmatova upon her return, or my beer, my refrigerator open to you, & you've seen my picture, you know with whom you're dealing, we are the same lost white other, obligated to hold the sun up in this culture until it rests on the opposite wall like last night, my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ABEYANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV IN A VACANT HOUSE by PHILIP LEVINE SUNDAY ALONE IN A FIFTH FLOOR APARTMENT, CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SILENCE LIKE COOL SAND by PAT MORA THE HONEY BEAR by EILEEN MYLES A WINTER OF LOVE LETTERS AND A MORNING PRAYER: 5 by JANE MILLER A WINTER OF LOVE LETTERS AND A MORNING PRAYER: 7 by JANE MILLER |
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