May Swenson Sweet 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. Kiwi
Fruit without a stone, its shiny
pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny
black microdot seeds. Skin
the color of khakiImagine
... - 3. Sleeping With Boa
I show her how to put her arms around me,
but sheâ??s much too small.
Whatâ??s worse, she doesnâ??t understand.
And
... - 4. Little Lion Face
Little lion face
I stopped to pick
among the mass of thick
succulent blooms, the twice
... - 5. Women
Women Or they
should be should be
pedestals little horses
moving those wooden
... - 6. October
1
A smudge for the horizon
that, on a clear day, shows
the hard edge of hills and
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