Well, here's a little poem which I read last night
to some students.
One didn't-- had a hard time understanding it,
which really bewildered me because I thought the poem was
so lucid.
It doesn't have a title, it has to do with last summer.
My oldest daughter about 12 or 13 years old,
came to live with us for a month.
And it was wonderful having all my children
in the same house at one time.
And with some delicious summer nights.
And this is part of that one.
Stars overhead, a frog's grunt from the other side
of the pond.
Clear sound in the summer night.
Ollie is asleep.
My warm, foxy girls curled up at my sides.
In my lap, the story of a king and his youngest daughter.
The perfume of hair.
Little Omi is breathing the pure breath of sleep.
Eve moves to the open door.
My senses are full of her slim young womanly
body and tinkling anklets.
I am ready for sleep.
Orion blows like a kite in the summer sky.
I think I will climb up his tail to freedom.