May Swenson Feel Poems
- 1. Strawberrying
My hands are murder-red. Many a plump head
drops on the heap in the basket. Or, ripe
to bursting, they might be hearts, matching
the blackbirds's wing-fleck. Gripped to a reed
... - 2. Feel Me
â??Feel me to do right,â? our father said on his deathbed.
We did not quite knowâ??in fact, not at allâ??what he meant.
His last whisper was spent as through a slot in a wall.
He left us a key, but how did it fit? â??Feel me
... - 3. Landing On The Moon
When in the mask of night there shone that cut,
we were riddled. A probe reached down
and stroked some nerve in us,
as if the glint from a wizard's eye, of silver,
... - 4. Bleeding
Stop bleeding said the knife
I would if I could said the cut.
Stop bleeding you make me messy with the blood.
I'm sorry said the cut.
... - 5. Feel Like A Bird
ose-lapped
mysterious thing
in sleeveless coat
... - 6. Blue
Blue, but you are Rose, too,
and buttermilk, but with blood
dots showing through.
A little salty your white
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