Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Gwen Head Poems
I hate the sea. I've always hated water even as a baby, even in my bath, or so my mama says. She likes it, herself. She goes in the sea like a mermaid, and comes out
Comments about Gwen Head
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
I hate the sea. I've always hated water
even as a baby, even in my bath,
or so my mama says. She likes it, herself.
She goes in the sea like a mermaid, and comes out
a monster, rubber fins slimy with eelgrass.
The beach boys watch her. They're supposed to watch
me, but I don't care, for I am queen
of an island state in the pool, where everything
is blue, like my bathing suit. It is called Bolivia.
Outside Bolivia, things are mostly brown
or green. Our little house by the lagoon
has green reeds by it. brown ducks swimming under--
a mother, her ...