Chicano Poet

Friday, August 04, 2006

This poem appears in Ocho #4,
the print companion to MiPO Magazine,
together with work by Kent Johnson,
Brian Boutwell,John Korn,Laurel K. Dodge,
and others.Buy it here.

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Cesar Vallejo was pulling Sylvia Plath
out of the oven by her hips,
words widespread,

the Eiffel Tower making a land-bridge
between France and England.
He helped her to the sofa,

she was still in a daze
as you can well imagine.
Her eyes a distant star, maybe Antares,

her frock (which we are not
about to mock) gave her the air
of so many housewives up and down the street.

Cesar got her a cup of coffee
and they talked late into the night
except for interruptions by her children

who still had a mother
and us, who still had a poet,
but we, of course, dared not intrude.

We stood against a wall
and marveled at their art,
our eyes stuck to theirs with Elmer’s Glue.

3 Comments:

At 2:06 PM, Blogger Rappaccini's Daughter said...

What a lovely tribute to Sylvia Plath.
(Even if it is corporate sponsored).

She sticks to me too.

 
At 6:56 PM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,RD.Plath's one of my favorite's,too, since I first picked up a copy of Ariel in Lincoln,Nebraska,1971.

 
At 7:56 PM, Blogger luc u! said...

i love this poem!~

 

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