Harry Crosby

(4 June 1898 - 10 December 1929 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Hill of the Foreskins


what was the moment of coition like?
come Zariba let down your gates
turn turtle all you captives of the flesh

square suns
walled in by darkness from the crypt
young bodies stripped to make a mock of time
toy beauty dipped in feral wine

bones buried in the Wood
bones buried in the gold of Sun
bones buried in the very gates of War
(great searching of the gates)

impatient earthquake
shuffles all the pack
redeals the reds the golds the blacks

birdlike and blackened
secret as a door
sharp knives to stallion
through a forest floor
(great searching of the gates)
floodgates

the day is done
and I can feel the pebbles
in my hand
crumble and crumble
to a beach of sand
whereon you walk

(yet do they prance in
circumcision round the pole
stride over mountain Tops
gurgle the rising Tide)

and if a slender boat
should anchor near the Sun
would mad queens madly run
(girdles undone)
or would they come
black scaffolds to the Sun ?

Submitted: Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Hill of the Foreskins by Harry Crosby )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. afterlife, Marshall Gass
  2. Dreams Create a Beautiful World, Rohit Sapra
  3. The touch of a star is like the touch of.., Raymond Sawyer
  4. The Art of Creation, Anthony Di'anno
  5. Breathing slow, Emmanuel George Cefai
  6. Under the Same Moon, Amber Carreon
  7. You and Your Self, Frank Avon
  8. delicious red, Mandolyn ...
  9. Better than that, Cee Bea
  10. kya mila-, sanjay kumar maurya

Poem of the Day

poet Geoffrey Chaucer

Compleyne ne koude, ne might myn herte never,
My peynes halve, ne what torment I have,
Though that I sholde in your presence ben ever,
Myn hertes lady, as wisly he me save
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

Trending Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  2. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  3. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  4. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  5. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  6. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If, Rudyard Kipling
  8. A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
  9. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  10. The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]