Jean Valentine Poems
|1.||Poem from the Russian||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.||I Have Lived In Your Face||3/5/2014|
|9.||Fellini in Purgatory||6/22/2015|
|11.||The One You Wanted To Be Is The One You Are||2/19/2015|
|12.||Father Lynch Returns From The Dead||3/5/2014|
|19.||Elegy For Jane Kenyon (2)||1/13/2003|
|21.||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.
one arm still a swan's wing
The worst had happened before:
love—before I knew it was mine—
turned into a wild swan
and flew across the rough water
Outsider seedword until I die
I will be open to you as
an egg speechless red