At Last the New Arriving Poem by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
At Last the New Arriving
Like the horn you played in Catholic school
the city will open its mouth and cry
out. Don't worry 'bout nothing. Don't mean
no thing. It will leave you stunned
as a fighter with his eyes swelled shut
who's told he won the whole damn purse.
It will feel better than any floor
that's risen up to meet you. It will rise
like Easter bread, golden and familiar
in your grandmother's hands. She'll come back,
heaven having been too far from home
to hold her. O it will be beautiful.
Every girl will ask you to dance and the boys
won't kill you for it. Shake your head.
Dance until your bones clatter. What a prize
you are. What a lucky sack of stars.
I like her style. She's a bit like Faulkner set to poetic verse. Very original thoughts expressed in a very original manner. but it's not a private party, she brings her reader along.
Dance until your bones clatter. What a prize you are. What a lucky sack of stars. very nice thoughts and use of words and the flow.. thank you very much. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 5:35:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's a pleasure reading this poem and enjoying the music coming out of the tingling words. Looks like a celebration of some lovely relationships. Thank you, Gabrielle Calvocoressi.