Erica Jong

(26 March 1942 / New York City)

Erica Jong Poems

81. The Color Of Snow 3/28/2012
82. There Is Only One Story 3/28/2012
83. I Live In New York 3/28/2012
84. Good Carpenters 3/28/2012
85. Middle Aged Lovers, I 3/28/2012
86. In Praise Of Clothes 3/28/2012
87. Tachycardia 3/28/2012
88. Dearest Man-In-The-Moon 3/28/2012
89. Woman Enough 3/28/2012
90. Monkshood 3/28/2012
91. Going To School In Bed 3/28/2012
92. The Fork To Take 3/28/2012
93. The Muse Who Came To Stay 3/28/2012
94. For My Husband 3/28/2012
95. Total Eclipse 3/28/2012
96. Fracture 3/28/2012
97. I Sit At My Desk Alone 3/28/2012
98. Gazing Out, Gazing In 3/28/2012
99. How To Name Your Familiar 3/28/2012
100. The Rose 3/28/2012
101. The Surgery Of The Sea 3/28/2012
102. When I Am An Old Lady 3/28/2012
103. Paper Cuts 3/28/2012
104. My Love Is Too Much 3/28/2012
105. The Raspberries In My Driveway 3/28/2012
106. Demeter At Dusk 3/28/2012
107. In The Glass-Bottomed Boat 3/28/2012
108. Living Happily Ever After 3/28/2012
109. New England Winter 3/28/2012
110. Insomnia & Poetry 3/28/2012
111. Hotel Rooms 3/28/2012
112. To The Goddess 3/28/2012
113. Letter To Myselves 3/28/2012
114. Catching Up 3/28/2012
115. Cheever's People 3/28/2012
116. By Train From Berlin 3/28/2012
117. Anti-Conception 3/28/2012
118. Anti-Matter 3/28/2012
119. Nobody Believes 3/28/2012
120. The Dirty Laundry Poem 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 ...

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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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