Edward Hirsch

(20 January 1950 / Chicago)

A Greek Island - Poem by Edward Hirsch

Traveling over your body I found
The failing olive and the cajoling flute,
Where I knelt down, as if in prayer,
And sucked a moist pit
From the marl
Of the earth in a sacred cove.

You gave yourself to the god who comes,
The liberator of the loud shout,
While I fell into a trance,
Blood on my lips,
And stumbled into a temple on top
Of a hill at the bottom of the sky.

Topic(s) of this poem: lust

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  • Kelly Kurt (4/2/2015 12:24:00 PM)

    A wonderful poem, Edward. Thank you for sharing it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 2, 2015

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