Poem: On Reading "Not a Muse," an Anthology of Women's Poetry
A rough draft.
On Reading Not A Muse, an Anthology of Women’s Poetry
I am not a woman,
have never made love to a woman
and will probably never make love to a woman
since I prefer a man’s sweet nerve.
Reading this anthology, subtitled
the inner lives of women,
I wonder what a thing a woman is.
I think she is my sister
crying at the other end of the line, in a different continent,
who not so secretly worshipped and resented me
but now asks in wild abandonment,
“Why can’t you keep it in?”
Comments
not certainly...
I am worried.
:-)
The term "wild abandonment" is not working for me: its regular usage is "wild abandon", and in any case I don't think this captures the appropriate emotion, which I imagine should be dismay or dejection.
Best,
Larry
You know I like to be prepared for any eventuality.
Thanks, Larry, for coming in on this one. It bears more thinking.