Alfred Kreymborg

(1883-1966 / United States)

Parasite - Poem by Alfred Kreymborg

GOOD woman:
Don’t love the man.
Love yourself,
As you have done so exquisitely before.
Like that tortoise-shell cat of yours
Washing away the flies; or are they fleas?
You’ve hurt him again?
Good!
Do it often.
No— 10
He’ll love you the more—
Always.
Remember how he forgave you the last time,
And how he loved you in the forgiving.
Give him an adventure in godhood
And the higher moralities.
Hurt him again.
Fine!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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