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First released in 1963, this e-book is now restored to print in a brand new version containing a few revisions and one hitherto unpublished poem.
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A coarse canvas of an orange, a lemon, Local deep-red tomatoes, two Fauve asters, Globes and rays, Designed like a reclining cross. A naked woman and baby painted curled On a mat, lacking a blanket, a portrait Of what all skin remembers And forgets. I walked from painting to painting, I watched this woman's Earth pigments growing thicker, more free, More experimental, Force augmented, it seemed, every year. "The strength with which a subject Is grasped, that's the beauty of art" She wrote in her diary.
Of course I do, I am supposed to, but listen, loveliest. I want to be a shrub, you a tree. I hum inaudibly and want you To sing arias. I want to lie down At the foot of your mountain And rub the two dimes in my pocket Together, while you dispense treasure To the needy. I want the gods Who have eluded me All my life, or whom I have eluded, To invite you regularly To their lunches and jazz recitals. Moreover I wish to stand on the dock All by myself waving a handkerchief, And you to be the flagship Sailing from the midnight harbor, A blue moon leading you outward, So huge, so public, so disappearingI beg and beg, loveliest, I can't Seem to help myself, While you quiver and pull Back, and try to hide, try to be Invisible, like a sensitive Irritated sea animal Caught in a tide pool, caught Under my hand, can I Cut off my hand for you, Cut off my life.
The fact is, I was raped, and stayed Alive by my wits, in spite of the guy's Six-inch knife, nor for A moment do I think Rape is a fate Worse than death, what an absurd Notion, nor were you Even home, at the time, to "protect" Me-can it be that not "protecting" Me is what's bugged you for What is it, ten years? What is this love of death among you men? Why not wish I died? Why Should anybody at all die? Fact: You weren't there, it wasn't your fault, I stayed alive, I saved myself From death then, from self-loathing later That wanted to suck me into its toilet Wanted to clothe me in slime if I'd let it.