Jon Corelis


Jon Corelis Poems

1. The Light Of The Past 12/8/2003
2. The House 12/7/2003
3. The Lady 12/8/2003
4. To Elli 11/27/2003
5. The City 11/27/2003
6. Only Human 12/7/2003
7. Maria 11/27/2003
8. You Never Knew 12/8/2003
9. About A Bicycle 11/27/2003
10. Over The Rooftops 12/8/2003
11. Sketch 11/27/2003
12. The Funeral 11/27/2003
13. You Cannot Remember 12/7/2003
14. The Voices 12/8/2003
15. Lost 11/27/2003
16. Big Crit 11/27/2003
17. Children With Guns 12/7/2003
18. Sappho: To Aphrodite 3/14/2006
19. Prayer 8/18/2009
20. White Days 8/18/2009
21. Ezekiel 8/18/2009
22. Poem Poem 8/18/2009
23. Columbus 8/18/2009
24. Antivalentine 8/18/2009
25. Variation On A Theme By Williams 8/18/2009
26. A Million Eggs 8/18/2009
27. Turning 8/18/2009
28. When The Sun 8/19/2009
29. Bertran De Born: Youth And Age 8/19/2009
30. Two Choruses From Euripides' Hippolytos 8/28/2009
31. Crossing 11/1/2009
32. A Statesman Explains 11/7/2009
33. The Bird 12/17/2009
34. Letter 12/8/2003
35. Incident 11/27/2003
36. The Man And The Woman 11/27/2003
37. Excuse Me 11/27/2003
38. Assignment: Write A Poem Including The Word 'Vole' 8/31/2007
39. List 9/29/2011
40. Difference 9/29/2011

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Gender Studies

Gender Studies

“Man: an objective subject.
Woman: a subjective object.
Hence sex,
which ought to be a straight path to its goals,
instead must vex
its way among a million shifting roles.
No matter: man’s resolution
is only braced by such illogic.
Man has a mightier magic:
speech,
which by defining each
thing it encounters, locks
it in his own conceptual box,
from which it takes on shape.
Nothing exists until man names it first,
making it a part
of what is ours, for knowing is a sort
of acquisition, in which we spend
our ...

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Spectrum

Sometimes it comes on red: the animal
is angry and astonished, tasting blood,

or orange, like a sunset you can taste,
the light as rich as butter on your tongue,

or sometimes yellow: the attic's plastic ball
so sunny once, so sticky now with flyspecks.

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