On June the first, birthday of the first Lady of Gemini
I have to catch my breath running
as a wide receiver catches a football,
shaking off tacklers and heading
for the goal line, progress unimpeded,
or like an angler angling for trout,
turning over phrases languorously
when I feel a tug, catch a bite, that’s
what this jolt of morning joe, like “joltin’
Joe” DiMaggio, has done to me but if
I could calm down long enough to stop
hurrying and concentrate on the lawn
in front of me the wind at my back the laughter
from Alexander Pope’s dagger-like couplets
still echoing from last night’s reading
of The Dunciad – or maybe just to clear
the mind of words, all of them, even
the honeyed sonnets of youth not
lost, just misplaced – if I could look
at the trees darkening as a cloud covers
the sun, look at the grass, the myrtle, the pine
needles and the maple leaves and the one
rhododendron the deer have not devoured,
what then? After ten minutes of bliss,
I shall return to my mind, and she will be singing,
“After You Get What You Want, You Don’t Want It.”
(June 1, 2013)
Confections of culture,
Sugar eternally preserves,
What it renders lifeless.
"Then he: ‘Great tamer of all human art!
First in my care, and ever at my heart;
Dulness!"
Pope's Dunciad
Posted by: Kyril Alexander Calsoyas | June 01, 2024 at 11:23 AM
Terrific poem in 2013, terrific poem still!
Posted by: jim c | June 01, 2024 at 05:12 PM
Happy birthday, Marilyn Monroe. Your performance in "Some Like It Hot" remains as luminous and magical as ever.
Posted by: Emily Fragos | June 02, 2024 at 01:15 AM