Erica Jong

(26 March 1942 / New York City)

Climbing You - Poem by Erica Jong

I want to understand the steep thing
that climbs ladders in your throat.
I can't make sense of you.
Everywhere I look you're there--
a vast landmark, a volcano
poking its head through the clouds,
Gulliver sprawled across Lilliput.

I climb into your eyes, looking.
The pupils are black painted stage flats.
They can be pulled down like window shades.
I switch on a light in your iris.
Your brain ticks like a bomb.

In your offhand, mocking way
you've invited me into your chest.
Inside: the blur that poses as your heart.
I'm supposed to go in with a torch
or maybe hot water bottles
& defrost it by hand
as one defrosts an old refrigerator.
It will shudder & sigh
(the icebox to the insomniac).

Oh there's nothing like love between us.
You're the mountain, I am climbing you.
If I fall, you won't be all to blame,
but you'll wait years maybe
for the next doomed expedition.


Comments about Climbing You by Erica Jong

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/14/2017 7:48:00 PM)

    Excellent Poem
    To explore someone with this kind of expedition is something unique, I liked it. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/13/2007 10:03:00 PM)


    Zipperless this not be (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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