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The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 109. Two from Issue No. 8 of "Manroot" magazine

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Casseopeia Returns, Guided by the Twins

 

Even as you are, I am

riding, ridden

like you: Come, my Sister!

 

In white helmets and red sweaters,

in stiff jackets straddling cycles:

gas ignites,

and twin exhausts spin into night!

 

She hesitates behind

the striding hips in jeans,

with neck curls springing;

enters on great stone stair,

past the pillars’ eyes that watch:

wood doors open to the twin-joined bed,

no ceiling or end wall;

but stars are magnified beyond

in iris blue,

then doubled,

tripled!

 

. It is the most intense blue .

 

She bares her long neck (pride returning, flushes), lets her dress down:

 

. lies beside them .

(effortless this part, at last undone)

: and drums, a drum is beating

 

red and freely

—Anna Jago,

1973

 

 

from Woman Gardener: A Hymn of Praise

 

X.

Thus it is. Joanna

woman gardener.

Sculptured. The

shorn lamb:

 

clean as a rose-bud

in morning.

Your face takes praise.

The bush. You’re still leaning over it,

kneeling,

madonna of the morning

with powerful hands

and strong profile.

 

You prove:

In the last coals left the heart alive

(this dawn, or the next one)

I shall bank back toward Lesbos with love.

—Lynn Strongin,

1970

 

 

 

 

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as noted
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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1 minute ago, Parker Owens said:

These are intense and beautifully drawn. The line in the last coals left the heart alive  was especially arresting.  Thank you for sharing these with us. 

Thanks, Parker. The whole, lengthy poem deals with the poet warmed by her mother's coals of love. Thus, the occurrence of the verb "bank" here, as in to keep an ember alive (from the previous day's fire) for use to start the next day's fire

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1 hour ago, Parker Owens said:

These are intense and beautifully drawn. The line in the last coals left the heart alive  was especially arresting.  Thank you for sharing these with us. 

1 hour ago, AC Benus said:

Thanks, Parker. The whole, lengthy poem deals with the poet warmed by her mother's coals of love. Thus, the occurrence of the verb "bank" here, as in to keep an ember alive (from the previous day's fire) for use to start the next day's fire

I have to agree with @Parker Owens and was going to comment on the same phrase about the coals.  But I was also struck by the poetic prose of  --

no ceiling or end wall;

but stars are magnified beyond

in iris blue,

then doubled,

tripled!

What an inspiring vision!

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On 3/21/2024 at 10:23 AM, ReaderPaul said:

I have to agree with @Parker Owens and was going to comment on the same phrase about the coals.  But I was also struck by the poetic prose of  --

no ceiling or end wall;

but stars are magnified beyond

in iris blue,

then doubled,

tripled!

What an inspiring vision!

Thanks, ReaderPaul. I too am drawn to the boundary-less feeling of this poem. It's intimate, and personal, and yet expansive (enough to encompass us all). Thanks again

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