May Swenson Time Poems
- 1. 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
... - 2. Kiwi
Fruit without a stone, its shiny
pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny
black microdot seeds. Skin
the color of khakiImagine
... - 3. Analysis Of Baseball
Itâ??s about
the ball,
the bat,
and the mitt.
... - 4. The Tall Figures Of Giacometti
We move by means of our mud bumps.
We bubble as do the dead but more slowly.
The products of excruciating purges
... - 5. Cardinal Ideograms
A mouth. Can blow or breathe,
be a funnel, or Hello.
A grass blade or a cut.
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