Erica Jong Poems
|164.||Beast, Book, Body||1/3/2003|
|165.||Letter To My Lover After Seven Years||1/3/2003|
|167.||After The Earthquake||1/3/2003|
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 ...
The Poet Fears Failure
The poet fears failure
& so she says
"Hold on pen--
what if the critics
& with that question
she blots out more lines
than any critic could.