Treasure Island

Gerald Stern


Poems of Gerald Stern

1. Apocalypse 1/20/2003
2. Swan Song 1/13/2003
3. The Dancing 1/20/2003

The Dancing

In all these rotten shops, in all this broken furniture
and wrinkled ties and baseball trophies and coffee pots
I have never seen a post-war Philco
with the automatic eye
nor heard Ravel's "Bolero" the way I did
in 1945 in that tiny living room
on Beechwood Boulevard, nor danced as I did
then, my knives all flashing, my hair all streaming,
my mother red with laughter, my father cupping

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