Kenneth Koch

(27 February 1925 – 6 July 2002 / Ohio / United States)

News - Poem by Kenneth Koch

They stir
I cool her in winter
A second so gilded
that the bit
From my gold thigh I
thirsts for her, stirring, from my lip
snow wishing
A second so warm that
the pointer clings

What did my arm
do before it collected her?
I have no faith

Like a jaw
Like a mystery
Like a river-demon

There I am,
a deep mamma in a litany
Is this joviality then, this grotesque

In immutability I
fill an intruder, lasting
around my man, droll from

Farcical and foreign
What can the continent do without arm
to run?

This torquise lifetime has no snow
for her
What does the snow
feel without vein to will?
In news I nod a lifetime, going
across my life, slight from snow
Is that living
then, that coolheaded wilderness?

Comments about News by Kenneth Koch

  • Susan Williams (11/23/2015 3:49:00 PM)

    okay- I got lost or he deliberately lost me but why would he want to leave his readers wandering in the blizzard not knowing north from south and mentally freezing? I will come back on my best mentally here day and try this one again (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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