Pamela Spiro Wagner
Pamela Spiro Wagner Poems
|1.||Eating The Earth||9/6/2009|
|2.||My Mother Was Medea||9/6/2009|
|4.||Our Mothers' Daughters||9/6/2009|
|5.||To Those Who Believe We Are Living In The Last Days I Say,||10/12/2011|
|8.||Beggar At The Feast||10/12/2011|
|10.||The Song Of The Ant||12/28/2012|
|11.||Consider The Bullfrog||12/28/2012|
|15.||The Catatonic Speaks||10/12/2011|
|17.||Articles Of Faith||12/28/2012|
|18.||How To Read A Poem: Beginner's Manual||9/6/2009|
How To Read A Poem: Beginner's Manual
First, forget everything you have learned,
that poetry is difficult,
that it cannot be appreciated by the likes of you,
with your high school equivalency diploma,
your steel-tipped boots,
or your white-collar misunderstandings.
Do not assume meanings hidden from you:
the best poems mean what they say and say it.
To read poetry requires only courage
enough to leap from the edge
Treat a poem like dirt,
humus rich and heavy from the garden.
Later it will become the fat tomatoes
and golden squash piled high upon your ...
Our Mothers' Daughters
I dreamed my mother cut off
my baby toes, the suturing so perfect
she left no gangrene, no scars, just a fine line
of invisible thread and four toes on each foot
instead of five. The job done, she left me
at the “crutches store” on Whitney Avenue
where I could find no crutches to fit
and so hobbled back toward home
alone and lopsided.