Erica Jong

(26 March 1942 / New York City)

Erica Jong Poems

1. A Bespectacled Artist Called Lear 2/3/2015
2. To X. (With Ephemeral Kisses) 3/28/2012
3. What You Need To Be A Writer 3/28/2012
4. You Operate 3/28/2012
5. You Whom I Hoped To Reach By Writing 3/28/2012
6. The Book With Four Backs 3/28/2012
7. The Buddha In The Womb 3/28/2012
8. The Cover Of The Book 3/28/2012
9. The Ecological Apocalypse 3/28/2012
10. For Howard Moss 3/28/2012
11. Here Comes 3/28/2012
12. His Silence 3/28/2012
13. I Sleep With 3/28/2012
14. The Keys 3/28/2012
15. Her Broom, Or The Ride Of The Witch 3/28/2012
16. The Long Tunnel Of Wanting You 3/28/2012
17. The Man Under The Bed 3/28/2012
18. Mute Marriages 3/28/2012
19. Morning Madness 3/28/2012
20. On Reading A Vast Anthology 3/28/2012
21. The Other Side Of The Page 3/28/2012
22. Playing With The Boys 3/28/2012
23. Poem For Molly's Fortieth Birthday 3/28/2012
24. Poem To Kabir 3/28/2012
25. The Perfect Poet 3/28/2012
26. The Poet As A Feeler Of Pain 3/28/2012
27. Regret For Mimi Bailin 3/28/2012
28. Sailing Home 3/28/2012
29. Self-Portrait In Shoulder Stand 3/28/2012
30. Statue 3/28/2012
31. Time Leak 3/28/2012
32. To James Boswell In London 3/28/2012
33. To Jon In October 3/28/2012
34. The Man Giving Birth In The Dark 3/28/2012
35. Student Revolution 3/28/2012
36. Sunjuice 3/28/2012
37. Sexual Soup 3/28/2012
38. The Sheets 3/28/2012
39. Self-Portrait 3/28/2012
40. On The Avenue 3/28/2012
Best Poem of Erica Jong

After The Earthquake

After the first astounding rush,
after the weeks at the lake,
the crystal, the clouds, the water lapping the rocks,
the snow breaking under our boots like skin,
& the long mornings in bed. . .

After the tangos in the kitchen,
& our eyes fixed on each other at dinner,
as if we would eat with our lids,
as if we would swallow each other. . .

I find you still
here beside me in bed,
(while my pen scratches the pad
& your skin glows as you read)
& my whole life so mellowed & changed

that at times I cannot remember
the crimp in my heart that ...

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To Whom It May Concern

In Autumn,
as in Spring,
the sap flows,
the sap wishes to race
against heartbeats
before the winter,
before the winter
buries us
in her usual shroud of ice.

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