{"id":755,"date":"2010-04-12T18:28:49","date_gmt":"2010-04-12T23:28:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?p=755"},"modified":"2010-04-12T18:28:49","modified_gmt":"2010-04-12T23:28:49","slug":"regina-green","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/2010\/04\/regina-green\/","title":{"rendered":"Regina Green"},"content":{"rendered":"

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Poet<\/strong><\/p>\n

(in the manner of Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird <\/strong>by Wallace Stevens)<\/strong>
\n1.
\nAcross the cluttered desk,
\nThe only still thing
\nWas the brow of the poet.<\/p>\n

2.
\nI was of two camps,
\nLike a smoky cafe
\nIn which there are two poets.<\/p>\n

3.
\nThe poet kicked at the wastepaper basket.
\nIt was a necessary part of the ritual.
\n4.
\nA pen and paper
\nAre comrades.
\nA pen and a paper and a poet
\nAre comrades.<\/p>\n

5.
\nI do not know which to lust after,
\nThe subtlety of Oliver
\nOr the subtlety of Kenyon,
\nThe poet emulous
\nOr just at odds.<\/p>\n

6.
\nRain pelted the mirrored macadam
\nWith fussy punctuation.
\nThe cloak of the poet
\nErased it, back and forth.
\nThe sneer
\nTraced in the cloak
\nAn undeniable fizzle.<\/p>\n

7.
\nO hip folk of Greenwich Village,
\nWhy do you select pristine poets?
\nDo you not see how the poet
\nPronounces up and down the street
\nOf the madness inside him?<\/p>\n

8.
\nI discern sweet rhymes
\nAnd rushed, avant-garde language;
\nBut I discern, too,
\nThat the poet is privy
\nIn what I discern.<\/p>\n

9.
\nWhen the poet ran out of words,
\nIt heralded the end
\nOf one of many Friday nights.
\n10.
\nAt the parade of poets
\nReveling in a heady spotlight,
\nEven the gods of prose
\nWould bow down willingly.<\/p>\n

11.
\nShe hitchhiked to Montana
\nIn her short skirt.
\nDaily, a wind blew through her,
\nIn that she perceived
\nThe different makes of cars
\nFor poets.<\/p>\n

12.
\nThe hand is caressing.
\nThe poet must be writing.<\/p>\n

13.
\nIt was quarter past all day.
\nIt was raining
\nAnd it was going to rain.
\nThe poet made love
\nIn the back bedroom.<\/p>\n

tubercular<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/strong>
\ni am blonde
\nand tubercular
\nmy lungs like
\npretty purses
\nfull of angry coins<\/p>\n

i am well known in
\nsanatorium circles
\ni slink through
\nsilver hallways
\nmy serrated breath
\nsing-songing
\nthrough
\na somnolent sunrise<\/p>\n

i wear white
\ni brush my hair twice a day
\ni stare past a window
\nand into the weeping tree
\noverlooking a lake
\nthat harbors
\nevery hesitant newcomer<\/p>\n

i am not one of them
\ncursing the very air
\nmy alveoli do a jig
\nand whisper
\nfrivolous words like
\nhoneycomb
\ngaloshes
\nsafari
\nand tax evasion<\/p>\n

i may not be one of them
\nbut i don’t want to leave them
\nwe pack ourselves in
\nemaciated rats
\npet-like
\nwe run up each others shoulders
\nwhiskers like feelings
\ntails like a drawing room
\nfull of
\nheavy wine
\nand cigarette ash<\/p>\n

Regina Green is a poet and therapist living in Marietta, GA. She is happily published here and there and reads Plath on a daily basis.<\/em>
\nYou can find her at Red Bird Chronicles (<\/em>redbirdchronicles.blogspot.com<\/em><\/a>).<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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