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Fred, happy nude ear to you too. I liked your poem, but felt for drama's sake, you might like to swap the position of verses one and two. 'Darkness. And then her presence in the room,' is a clincher of a first line, imho. Andrew On 31/12/2007, Frederick Pollack <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > Cytherea > > > She is the goddess of a certain kind > of night without a moon or passing cars, > even the planes rerouted > to gentle landings at distant airports. > > Darkness. And then her presence in the room, > across the room, the light > from somewhere adequate to hint > at thigh and breast, at the incomparable. > > It is as if the latent, vast > machinery of night terrors, of childhood > itself had been retooled > to produce its opposite, the good. > > She speaks – it's a rule > of these appearances. To some > in the treble, bemused by the body, > of Marilyn Monroe, > > to those with higher tastes with a lower > breathlessness – as if > the tightness in both your bellies > forced these few words. > > But she must speak, though a goddess, and you > must assure her > that she can only get pregnant > if she wants to; > > that there is no such thing, > for her, as disease; > that you will go back in time > to erase all its instances > > and those of rape, frigidity, > impotence, violence – all ugliness. > For the gods are not interested > in our usual, consoling > > metaphoric flights; > only in youthful bodies > and brave words, the promises > one makes when one will promise anything. > -- Andrew http://hispirits.blogspot.com/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/