Jean Valentine Poems
|1.||Fellini in Purgatory||6/22/2015|
|2.||Poem from the Russian||6/22/2015|
|4.||Hospital: Strange Lights||3/5/2014|
|5.||La Chalupa, The Boat||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|
|13.||The One You Wanted To Be Is The One You Are||2/19/2015|
|19.||Elegy For Jane Kenyon (2)||1/13/2003|
|21.||To Plath, To Sexton||1/13/2003|
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.
Late have I called &
was blessing me
I was covering
my breasts with my arms
In the sun I took my arms away
Submitted by Jimmy Lo