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.
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,