Jean Valentine Poems
|1.||Fellini in Purgatory -new-||6/22/2015|
|2.||Poem from the Russian -new-||6/22/2015|
|3.||Hospital: Strange Lights||3/5/2014|
|4.||La Chalupa, The Boat||3/5/2014|
|7.||To The Black Madonna Of Chartres||3/5/2014|
|8.||Father Lynch Returns From The Dead||3/5/2014|
|11.||The One You Wanted To Be Is The One You Are||2/19/2015|
|12.||I Have Lived In Your Face||3/5/2014|
|18.||Elegy For Jane Kenyon (2)||1/13/2003|
|20.||To Plath, To Sexton||1/13/2003|
To Plath, To Sexton
So what use was poetry
to a white empty house?
Wolf, swan, hare,
in by the fire.
And when your tree
crashed through your house,
what use then
was all your power?
It was the use of you.
It was the flower.
Fellini in Purgatory
He was shoveling sand
at the edge of the water, his heavy black glasses
glittered with rain:
"Don't you see how much like a woman I am?"
His throat was wrapped in water,
and the water flowered with milt.