June 2011
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for meemoo
You Can Have It
My brother comes home from work
and climbs the stairs to our room.
I can hear the bed groan and his shoes drop
one by one. You can have it, he says.
The moonlight streams in the window
and his unshaven face is whitened
like the face of the moon. He will sleep
long after noon and waken to find me gone.
Thirty years will pass before I remember
that moment when suddenly I...
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for ash
Boys Room
A friend saw the rooms
Of Keats and Shelley
At the lake, and saw
'they were just Boys' rooms'
and was moved
By that.
And indeed a poet's room Is a boy's room
And I suppose that women know it.
Perhaps the unbeautiful banker
Is exciting to a woman, a man
Not a boy gasping
For breath over a girl's body.
-- George Oppen 1965
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