Jean Valentine (27 April 1934 / Chicago, Ill)
Poems of Jean Valentine
|2.||Elegy For Jane Kenyon (2)||1/13/2003|
|4.||Father Lynch Returns from the Dead||3/5/2014|
|8.||Hospital: strange lights||3/5/2014|
|9.||I Have Lived In Your Face||3/5/2014|
|10.||La Chalupa, The Boat||3/5/2014|
|14.||To Plath, To Sexton||1/13/2003|
|15.||To The Black Madonna Of Chartres||3/5/2014|
We met for supper in your flat-bottomed boat.
I got there first: in a white dress: I remember
Wondering if you'd come. Then you shot over the bank,
A Virgilian Nigger Jim, and poled us off
To a little sea-food barker's cave you knew.
What'll you have? you said. Eels hung down,
Bamboozled claws hung up from the crackling weeds.
The light was all behind us. To one side