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Unit 2: Subversion, Fragmentation, Parody: Literature in English III - Mariel Amez - Poetry
Unit 2: Subversion, Fragmentation, Parody: Literature in English III - Mariel Amez - Poetry
Strange Meeting
It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
Her pleasure will not let me stay. Not yesterday I learned to know
She talks and I am fain to list: The love of bare November days
She’s glad the birds are gone away, Before the coming of the snow,
She’s glad her simple worsted gray But it were vain to tell her so,
Is silver now with clinging mist. And they are better for her praise.
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Or does it explode?
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
A postcard stamped,
unwritten, but franked,
A final demand
in his own hand,
no gold or silver,
but crowning one finger