23 October 2007 @ 08:34 pm

I was a funny little girl. I read poetry in books when the other kids were reading lyrics on the album liners. Then I grew up and followed poets around on university campuses the way some kids followed Phish. Plath and Sexton killed themselves before I was born but I heard Adrienne Rich read once. In a huge auditorium full of lesbians.

It's funny, funny, as funny odd and funny humorous that I was a wee lass when I fell in love with these poems and eons later, I think I understand them at last. These are poems about being women, I'm sure, and one of them is by a man.

In the Evening by Adrienne Rich

Her Kind by Anne Sexton

The Applicant by Sylvia Plath

It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole, it's a poultice.
You have an eye, it's an image.
My boy, it's your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.

Not Waving But Drowning by Stevie Smith

And one last one. Even though it's a man. I met him once during a tour of his and he bought me a coffee. He was amused by his fangirl who could quote his poems. I think "Self Portrait in a Convex Mirror" was the one I embarrassed myself reciting. We talked about boys we loved.

For John Clare by John Ashbury

This site is cool because you can hear the poets read--the selection is small, academic canon excluding lots of my favorite poets, most of the ones here read in those hard, scary New England accents. The wilder-haired girls I came to love aren't on the internet. I looked. There are cassettes somewhere. Nothing on the internet.

EDIT: I love because you get the craziest most unguarded sincere feedback on that site. I just got one review and all it said was: WTF.  XD
Current Mood: blank