Elaine Equi Poems

Although it no longer has a body
to cover out of a sense of decorum,
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The sky is melting. Me too.
Who hasn't seen it this way?
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despite books kindled in electronic flames.

The locket of bookish love
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I wind my way across a black donut hole
and space that clunks.
Once I saw on a stage,
as if at the bottom of a mine
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When a poem
speaks by itself,
it has a spark
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An arty feline couple parodies bourgeois gender roles
and literary values before the days of  YouTube.
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cheerful stoic epic
cozy corporate convalescence
hollow gold-brick rhetoric
almighty and sleek
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even if we won't admit it.

Getting off the subway at Canal St. — 
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How much greener
is paint than grass,
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The
silver
hour
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