Lyn Lifshin, US
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Verse
Poems from
January Poems, 2006
Rage
January 4, 2006
even though
it’s not
raining, it might
as well be. You
can cut the pewter
Grey’s a thick
grease anything
not vicious
would slide from
Come on, don’t tell
me you don’t know
mornings like this.
Don’t you some
mornings just not
give a shit about
everything that
was everything,
that mattered?
January 4
Rage
ragged as
the bare elms
and as diseased.
The grey stained
snow could
be everything
I feel between us:
used, cold, ugly,
nothing anything
could help do
except get rid of it
Rage Even
After Ballet
the stink of
is words,
I can’t pirouette:
they’re stones,
not blood in my
body. Rage clots,
a stone baby
I’ve been
pregnant with 13
years. The bigger it
grows, the more
it tears up, suffocates
until nothing
normal people do
is possible
Rage,
January
the only color
on a day of
pewter shapes,
a deep red,
color of a
tulip of
blood. Its
glass petals
so fragile a
heart beat
could shatter
them stain
Wednesday
Four Poems:
Rage January 4, 2006; January 4 Rage; Rage
Even After Ballet; Rage, January
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