Poem: "I Do, I Do"
I Do, I Do
In me (the
worm) clearly
is no
righteousness, but this—
persistence
H.D.,
“The Walls Do Not Fall”
I’m eating
my way through the books
of dead
women poets—
Aemilia
Lanyer’s garden
where Eve is
blameless
the robin-eye
in Elizabeth
Bishop
Phillis
Wheatley’s bird-
of-paradise
the swart
swan
song by
Marianne Moore
Anna
Wickham’s strangled cry
the tunes of
Li Qingzhao
Annie Finch,
not the American anthologist,
the Countess
of Winchilsea
the living
are eaten
too
Elisabeth
Bletsoe’s Sherborne Woodcock,
Pied
Wagtail, Starling
Molly
Peacock
Rita Dove
And one born
in Ghana
whose name is
a birdcall
Ata Ama
Aidoo
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