Jean Valentine

(27 April 1934 / Chicago, Ill)

Jean Valentine Poems

1. Fellini in Purgatory 6/22/2015
2. Poem from the Russian 6/22/2015
3. In Prison 7/31/2015
4. Hospital: Strange Lights 3/5/2014
5. La Chalupa, The Boat 3/5/2014
6. Ghost Elephants 3/5/2014
7. Red Cloth 3/5/2014
8. To The Black Madonna Of Chartres 3/5/2014
9. Father Lynch Returns From The Dead 3/5/2014
10. I Have Lived In Your Face 3/5/2014
11. Eleventh Brother 3/5/2014
12. The Branches 3/5/2014
13. The One You Wanted To Be Is The One You Are 2/19/2015
14. Sanctuary 12/9/2014
15. Friend 3/5/2014
16. Friend 2 3/5/2014
17. Late 1/13/2003
18. X 1/13/2003
19. Elegy For Jane Kenyon (2) 1/13/2003
20. Dream Barker 1/13/2003
21. To Plath, To Sexton 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Jean Valentine

To Plath, To Sexton

So what use was poetry
to a white empty house?
Wolf, swan, hare,
in by the fire.
And when your tree
crashed through your house,
what use then
was all your power?
It was the use of you.
It was the flower.

Read the full of To Plath, To Sexton


I have decorated this banner to honor my brother.
Our parents did not want his name used publicly
-- from an unnamed child's banner in the AIDS Memorial Quilt.

The boatpond, broken off, looks back at the sky.
I remember looking at you, X, this way,
taking in your red hair, your eyes' light, and I miss you
so. I know,
you are you, and real, standing there in the doorway,

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