Sunday, June 25, 2006

A poem by Maxine Kumin

I just love to find these poems, these rare gems, that are stirring and unlike any other. They gently transport me to another place and for a lovely time, I am suspended.

After Love

Afterwards, the compromise.
Bodies resume their boundaries.

These legs, for instance, mine.
Your arms take you back in.

Spoons of our fingers, lips
admit their ownership.

The bedding yawns, a door
blows aimlessly ajar

and overhead, a plane
singsongs, coming down.

Nothing is changed, except
there was a moment when

the wolf, the mongering wolf
who stands outside the self

lay lightly down, and slept.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Where do you find these poems? On the internet poem for the day or where. This one was verrrry good. I especially liked the comparison to the wolf. Why can't we all be able to express ourselves so beautifully. Find some more.....soon.