Eric Torgersen


Eric Torgersen Poems

1. Yet 3/27/2012
2. Oh 3/27/2012
3. First Shot 3/27/2012
4. I'Ve Come To Be One Who Cries 3/27/2012
5. Already Dead 3/27/2012
6. An Apple From Walt Whitman 3/27/2012
7. Holy 3/27/2012
8. No Dancer / Still Walking 3/27/2012
9. Locked 3/27/2012
10. When They Draw Us 3/27/2012
11. A Vacation 3/27/2012
12. After Gaetan Picon 3/27/2012
13. Chanson Américaine 3/27/2012
14. The Man Who Broke Up The Dinner Party Answers 3/27/2012
15. Case Studies: I 3/27/2012
16. Open Stage Poetry Reading 3/27/2012
17. The Piper 3/27/2012
18. The Lone Ranger Rides Off 3/27/2012
19. Scenario 3/27/2012
20. Back 3/27/2012
21. My Blindness 3/27/2012
22. Re: That 3/27/2012
23. The Story Of White Man Leading Viet Cong Patrol 1/13/2003
24. New Leaves 3/27/2012
Best Poem of Eric Torgersen

New Leaves

In the kitchen window
the coleus I cut down to stumps
to make cuttings for friends
is spreading new leaves to the sun.

Small hairs
the light catches
rise from the new leaves;
red seeps into green
along the veins.

The newest
is brightest.

The plant
cocks intelligent
faces
at the sun
and looks and looks and looks.

I would visit my friends
but feel troubled and shy.

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Already Dead

A crackpot gringo in Guatemala told me:
when the pilots of the suicide planes began
their dives down at the ships they were already dead.
Coming from him, a smug didactic metaphor.
Remember Joplin's 'Mercedes Benz,' on Pearl?
The reason we found the final chorus so moving
is that when she shouts everybody! but no one joins in
and she goes on singing alone she's already dead.
When JFK took Marilyn Monroe in his arms,

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