Poem of the Day
Study of Children
By Asha Futterman
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
Now hear this:
While they fought around the ship firom Thessaly,
Patroclus came crying to the Greek.
I who was born to believe in the power of law
was maquis at heart.
I who wrote that a tapestry stretched to the moon
The slippery piglet, clear across the way,
has had my tree cut down.
He rang a man who rang a man who knew
When I was green,
Green as the light beneath these leaves,
I used to say:
The backward glance forbidden in the mind,
Uncertain, gentle, and without impatience
Soon I was born a little past
The celebrations on the Champ de Mars.
Now who can recognize himself?
Where the rock divides among the mosses
And the myrtle weaves its crown.
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In retrospect I'd been waiting
For years, never speaking.
Never needing to learn. I listened
The newborn bear has no shape.
The mule rarely gives birth,
The viper only once.
Once, in a room no bigger than the bed,
I made love with a girl.
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Have you ever made love with a girl?
Once I hadn’t, then I had.