"Poetry and Sexuality"
One afternoon has me astonished.
Bright-eyed scholars agog in the hall
of this four-day conference, hi-jackers
of poets, many female and not all dead,
eco-poetics, psycho-poetics, the crackers
of cellular biology and modern science.
American women churn out f-words
with the righteousness of a church.
Professors listen without a blush.
Entrust the language of animals to words,
or flush words out of the mouths of animals.
Traduce academic poetry until it's
a bonked minefield of >this< experience.
These delightful women poets to introduce:
why aren't the lecturers all over them?
We have all been re-educated
and poetry has won. I come home replete,
give up trying to explain; sedated
by release, eat my dinner in bed.
Sally Evans
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