Erica Jong (26 March 1942 / New York City)
The old poet
with his face full of lines,
with iambs jumping in his hair like fleas,
with all the revisions of his body
walks to the podium.
He is about to tell us
how he came to this.
Erica Jong's Other Poems
- A Question Mark
- A Reading
- After the Earthquake
- Alcestis on the Poetry Circuit
- Another Language
- At The Edge Of The Body
- At the Museum of Natural History
- Autumn Perspective
- Baby Witch
- Beast, Book, Body
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