Jean Valentine

(27 April 1934 / Chicago, Ill)

Jean Valentine Poems

1. Poem from the Russian 6/22/2015
2. In Prison 7/31/2015
3. The Knife 8/2/2016
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. I Have Lived In Your Face 3/5/2014
10. Fellini in Purgatory 6/22/2015
11. The Branches 3/5/2014
12. The One You Wanted To Be Is The One You Are 2/19/2015
13. Sanctuary 12/9/2014
14. Father Lynch Returns From The Dead 3/5/2014
15. Eleventh Brother 3/5/2014
16. Friend 3/5/2014
17. Friend 2 3/5/2014
18. Late 1/13/2003
19. X 1/13/2003
20. Elegy For Jane Kenyon (2) 1/13/2003
21. Dream Barker 1/13/2003
22. 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.

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Dream Barker

We met for supper in your flat-bottomed boat.
I got there first: in a white dress: I remember
Wondering if you'd come. Then you shot over the bank,
A Virgilian Nigger Jim, and poled us off
To a little sea-food barker's cave you knew.

What'll you have? you said. Eels hung down,
Bamboozled claws hung up from the crackling weeds.
The light was all behind us. To one side

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