Erica Jong

(26 March 1942 / New York City)

January In New York - Poem by Erica Jong

Black ship of night
sailing through the world
& the moon an orange slice
tangy to the teeth
of lovers who lie
under it,
sucking it.

Somewhere there are palm trees;
somewhere the sea
bluely gathers itself up
& lets itself fall again
into green;
somewhere the spangles
of light on the ocean
dazzle the eyes;
but here in the midnight city,
the black ship of night
has docked
for a long, dark stay,
& even the citrus moon
with its pockets of juice
cannot sweeten the dark.

Then the snow begins,
whirling over the Pole,
gathering force over Canada,
sprinkling the Great Lakes with sugar
which drowns in their deep black cups;
it is drawn to the spires of New York
& the flurries come
scampering at first,
lighthearted, crystalline, white,
but finally
sucked into the city
as into a black hole
in space.

The sky is suddenly pink-
pink as flesh: breasts,
babies' bottoms. Night is
day; day is whiter than the desert;
the city stops like a heart;
pigeons dip & veer
& come to rest
under the snow-hatted
watertanks.


Comments about January In New York by Erica Jong

  • (1/5/2016 6:10:00 PM)

    January I am waiting for snow
    a real deep snow.... beautiful poem
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  • Susan Williams (1/5/2016 2:12:00 PM)

    Erica Jong certainly has a way with words and creating an unforgettable atmosphere with them. There are so many descriptive phrases that stir our imagination but I enjoyed the most the simple.... snow-hatted
    watertanks.
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  • Stu Penduss (1/5/2016 12:26:00 PM)

    Exactly what New York City is like in January. Beautiful descriptions! Thanks. (Report)Reply

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  • Pranab K Chakraborty (1/5/2016 11:26:00 AM)

    Night is
    day; day is whiter than the desert;
    the city stops like a heart; ..............Nice.
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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/5/2016 11:24:00 AM)

    Now I can say I visited New York.....Thanks for sharing such a wonderful poem... (Report)Reply

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  • Rajnish Manga (1/5/2016 8:38:00 AM)

    This is indeed a wonderful portrayal of New York in 'January In New York'. The freshness of expression is remarkable, noticeably stunning. I quote:
    The sky is suddenly pink-
    pink as flesh: breasts,
    babies' bottoms.
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  • (1/5/2016 7:52:00 AM)

    I love the imagery. Gives life to the event in my mind. (Report)Reply

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (1/5/2016 5:04:00 AM)

    This is what New York is during the month of January. Very nice. Loved it. (Report)Reply

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  • Abderrahmane Dakir (1/5/2016 5:01:00 AM)

    I like your description so deeply in this poem. Thank you for sharing. (Report)Reply

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  • (1/5/2016 4:30:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem with wonderful description of nature during January prevailing at New York.Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2012



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