Erica Jong

(26 March 1942 / New York City)

After The Earthquake - Poem by Erica Jong

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 brought me to you,
the pain of a marriage like an old ache,
a husband like an arthritic knuckle.

Here, living with you,
love is still the only subject that matters.
I open to you like a flowering wound,
or a trough in the sea filled with dreaming fish,
or a steaming chasm of earth
split by a major quake.

You changed the topography.
Where valleys were,
there are now mountains.
Where deserts were,
there now are seas.

We rub each other,
but we do not wear away.

The sand gets finer
& our skins turn silk.


Comments about After The Earthquake by Erica Jong

  • Robert Murray Smith (12/10/2016 11:35:00 PM)

    After The Earthquake
    I enjoyed your poem Erica. As we continue to the end, we are what we have been. The mind is full of memories that flow into your poem. Your poem has been undermarked, but not by me. I appreciate excellent poetry from a poetess, and writer of note.

    Robert
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  • Terry Craddock (12/10/2016 10:36:00 PM)


    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...'

    amazing words for an amazing way to live
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/10/2016 12:18:00 PM)

    In bed
    Beside you. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (12/10/2016 9:56:00 AM)


    Looking back at the life which has passed so many land marks as well as ups and downs with complacence has to be commended. Quite sensational. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (12/10/2016 6:51:00 AM)


    where deserts were,
    there are now seas.
    Amazing conceptualization. Heartiest Congrats on the modern Poetess Of The Day.
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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/10/2016 1:32:00 AM)


    A high standard evaluated poem so nicely presented. What happens after earthquake has fantastically been composed.. like.. You changed the topography.
    Where valleys were,
    there are now mountains.
    Where deserts were,
    there now are seas.

    We rub each other,
    but we do not wear away..Thanks for posting such fascinated poem. Congratulation for this poem as a poem of the day...10
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  • Anil Kumar Panda (12/10/2016 1:29:00 AM)


    We have to go through much ups and downs in life and it is better to fight them out and live in peace.
    We rub each other,
    but we do not wear away.

    The sand gets finer
    & our skins turn silk.
    is the gist of the beautiful poem here. Loved it. Congrats.
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  • Col Muhamad Khalid Khan (12/10/2016 1:18:00 AM)

    After the Earthquake
    Wonderfully done Erica.Congratulations on being member of the day
    Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (12/10/2016 1:13:00 AM)


    This poem reminds me of the song EARTHQUAKE popularized by FLIRTATIONS...........
    Like an earthquake............ Well-penned.......
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  • Gil Gregorio (8/27/2008 3:45:00 AM)


    Family poetry is really great. The ups and downs on love and understanding can be greatly depicted from our experiences.

    What an earthquake!
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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