Erica Jong

(26 March 1942 / New York City)

Erica Jong Poems

41. On The First Night 3/28/2012
42. My Death 3/28/2012
43. Near The Black Forest 3/28/2012
44. The Man Giving Birth In The Dark 3/28/2012
45. I Try To Keep 3/28/2012
46. The Death Of Goddesses 3/28/2012
47. If God Is A Dog 3/28/2012
48. Here Comes 3/28/2012
49. Gardener 3/28/2012
50. For Molly, Concerning God 3/28/2012
51. Eveningsong At Bellosguardo 3/28/2012
52. Flight To Catalina 3/28/2012
53. The Catch 3/28/2012
54. Venice, November, 1966 3/28/2012
55. Walking Through The Upper East Side 3/28/2012
56. Touch 3/28/2012
57. You Hate The Telephone 3/28/2012
58. You Whom I Hoped To Reach By Writing 3/28/2012
59. Zen & The Art Of Poetry 3/28/2012
60. There is a white wood house near Hampstead Heath 3/28/2012
61. Without Parachutes 3/28/2012
62. The Truce Between The Sexes 3/28/2012
63. Unrequited 3/28/2012
64. The Birth Of The Water Baby 3/28/2012
65. The Bed Of The World 3/28/2012
66. His Tuning Of The Night 3/28/2012
67. The Heart, The Child, The World 3/28/2012
68. Paper Chains 3/28/2012
69. Sleep 3/28/2012
70. Still Life With Tulips 3/28/2012
71. To A Transatlantic Mirror 3/28/2012
72. Driving Me Away 3/28/2012
73. Dear Anne Sexton 3/28/2012
74. Egyptology 3/28/2012
75. For Claudia, Against Narrowness 3/28/2012
76. For Molly 3/28/2012
77. Pane Caldo 3/28/2012
78. The Widower 3/28/2012
79. Mother 3/28/2012
80. This Element 3/28/2012

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/16/2019 12:40:00 PM)

    Great thinker and fantastic quote:
    ''Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads.''

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  • Elinoar rozen (1/18/2018 11:20:00 PM)

    Looking for the poem Cornucopia by Erica jong

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  • Mariessa Retuya Mariessa Retuya (9/16/2012 10:25:00 AM)

    Hi Ms. Erica Jong good evening.. I'm Mariessa Retuya from Philippines a 3rd year student at University of Cebu Lapu-lapu and Mandaue taking up Bachelor of Science in Secondary Education specializing English and one of my course for this semester is Literary Criticism. In line with this, I would like to ask your permission to allow me to use your poem entitled WRINKLES as a material on the said course because I found your poem interesting and nice, and this would be a great help for us students. Your possible response with this message would be of great help, thank you and god speed ;)

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  • Mariessa Retuya Mariessa Retuya (9/16/2012 10:23:00 AM)

    Hi Ms. Erica Jong good evening.. I'm Mariessa Retuya from Philippines a 3rd year student at University of Cebu Lapu-lapu and Mandaue taking up Bachelor of Science in Secondary Education specializing English and one of my course for this semester is Literary Criticism. In line with this, I would like to ask your permission to allow me to use your poem entitled WRINKLES as a material on the said course because I found your poem interesting and nice, and this would be a great help for us students. Your possible response with this message would be of great help, thank you and god speed ;)

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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 ...

Read the full of After The Earthquake

We Learned

The decorum of fire...
-- Pablo Neruda

We learned the decorum of fire,
the flame's curious symmetry,
the blue heat at the center of the thighs,
the flickering red of the hips,
& the tallow gold of the breasts
lit from within

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