Once these places are left-
One can't look back. As if one's head
had eyes behind their thighs and
Ears between their legs: As if the line:
One had to see existed as a thing only for that time.
And in its wake, you were somewhere else.
And it had been replaced by some other sign
Which meant it all had passed!
And memory had no right to save
Its impact in that perfect space-
would be nothing but like contract slave
to making sure that it were there
And Seen between the legs behind the ear and under
The Hair.
mocking all the past.......... sexual positions. memories. a fine poem. tony
Thank you. It's a mockery of a sexual position as it relates to memory by seeing behind oneself…...
Really a poignant piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing, Julia. Remain enriched.
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I would like to translate this poem
Woman knows best when it's gone is gone ;)