Erin Belieu

(1967 - / Ohama / Nebraska)

Rondeau At The Train Stop - Poem by Erin Belieu

It bothers me: the genital smell of the bay
drifting toward me on the T stop, the train
circling the city like a dingy, year-round
Christmas display. The Puritans were right! Sin
is everywhere in Massachusetts, hell-bound

in the population. it bothers me
because it's summer now and sticky - no rain
to cool things down; heat like a wound
that will not close. Too hot, these shameful
percolations of the body that bloom
between strangers on a train. It bothers me

now that I'm alone and singles foam
around the city, bothered by the lather, the rings
of sweat. Know this bay's a watery animal, hind-end
perpetually raised: a wanting posture, pain
so apparent, wanting so much that it bothers me.

Comments about Rondeau At The Train Stop by Erin Belieu

  • Rookie Paul Ganz (5/3/2014 4:52:00 AM)

    I would have suggested a more sparse wording as there is much in Erin's poetry that could be dehydrated. BUT...I am happy to see that she is a popular poet because that verifies the important subject matter, the free-form, and especially the images and word choice. The images are quite exciting and memorable. This is poetry that shows courage. I'm a fan. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2012

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