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Bring me a poem from somewhere, bring me a poem well done.
I hope it’s about the woman, folding her shirt in the sun.
Let her be standing and watching the fox with the crooked grin,
While saying, “Nothing’s the matter that cannot be cured by sin.”
She hands her shirt to the vixen, still grinning there in the sun,
Wondering why she bothers to do work that is never done.
This is a poem from somewhere, perhaps from the watercourse,
A poem no person can sing right, only the spotted horse.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #229

Whirling with Galway

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Each of the following haiku begins with a line purloined from “The Correspondence-School Instructor Says Goodbye to His Poetry Students” by the American poet Galway Kinnell, who died on 28 October.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
clinical sonnets—
jaded women read aloud
from glowing Kindles
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
sending back to you
the smug, self-satisfied look
you gave me last night
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
trying to guess which
way the Holy One went when
he fled Birkenau
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
In the mildest words
lurks a cold, grey rain aimed at
sundering lovers.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
snapshots of yourself
standing on the battlements
of the Alamo
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
to the sagging breast
even high-noon sun seems cold
on the nudist beach
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
neat-scripted letters
in a pornographic tongue—
time to slash and burn

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 185