Erica Jong

(26 March 1942 / New York City)

Erica Jong Poems

161. Sunday Afternoons 1/3/2003
162. Nursing You 1/3/2003
163. Wrinkles 1/3/2003
164. Beast, Book, Body 1/3/2003
165. Letter To My Lover After Seven Years 1/3/2003
166. Climbing You 1/3/2003
167. After The Earthquake 1/3/2003
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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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The Poet Fears Failure

The poet fears failure
& so she says
"Hold on pen--
what if the critics
hate me?"
& with that question
she blots out more lines
than any critic could.

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