gershon hepner Poems

Sweetening the bribes she proffers,
Medb offers friendship of the thighs,
allowing men to fill her coffers
like a champion bull. She tries
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We're entering the dawn of what some call,
erroneously, a great new error,
confusing as malapropism all
deniers of the reign of terror
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The circle, inexhaustible, precise,
is unconditionally stable,
and, reproduced, becomes exactly twice
itself, which men who try to do aren’t able.
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From Hart Crane the title,
though given by Martha
to Aaron’s recital;
there’s nothing he’d rather
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Baby, you must know that I’m entangled
up in your blue eyes that match my own.
Other flighty females, more new-fangled
than you, don’t do for me what you alone
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Once nine billion names of God were known
the world would end, the monks declared.
When scientists transferred them from a stone
on which He’d written them, they then compared
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Though I’m often very sad,
an alter ego makes me smile,
emotionally not ironclad,
virtually versatile.
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“When I grow up I want to be
a foreigner, ” declared the Chinese boy;
sound like the Jew who tries to flee
his ancient roots and tries to be a goy.
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What’s the difference between eggs and mirrors?
They both can crack, and when you look at them
you like to see the sunny side, not errors
with an image that you must condemn.
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Disintegration’ irresistible
as your stock falls in the love exchange
and deemed to be no longer listable,
but may recover in the longer range.
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