Kenneth Fearing

(1902 - 1961 / Illinois / United States)

Aphrodite Metropolis

Poem by Kenneth Fearing

Harry loves Myrtle--He has strong arms, from the warehouse,
And on Sunday when they take the bus to emerald meadows he doesn't say:
"What will your chastity amount to when your flesh withers in a little while?"
On Sunday, when they picnic in emerald meadows they look at the Sunday paper:
They spread it around on the grass
And then they sit down on it, nice.
Harry doesn't say "Ziggin's Ointment for withered flesh,
Cures thousands of men and women of motes, warts, red veins,
flabby throat, scalp and hair diseases,
Not expensive, and fully guaranteed."
Harry says nothing at all,
He smiles,
And they kiss in the emerald meadows on the Sunday paper.

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (7/28/2016 7:12:00 AM)

    What I have been able to understand after repeated readings of the poem is the advice that when two love-birds go out on a picnic they must enjoy every bit of it rather than squander the opportunity on unimportant gibberish (like reading the headlines of a two-penny local paper) .(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003