6/29/2023 0 Comments Sandra cisneros poems loose woman![]() ![]() You Like to Give and Watch Me My Pleasure Once red, now spiderspit-gray, intact but empty,Īnd stretch. Leaves, I come upon a clump of heart-shapes When, hidden away in a damp hollow under moldy The backs of our necks, we grope for, and rip loose Hunkered in mud between the rows, sun burning The blue-veined bags distended, ache to be stripped. Wants to be ravished, as udders of cow when hard, Don't eat too many." Mesmerizedīy the largesse, the children squat and pullĪ crop this big begs for plunder. "Take only the biggest and not too ripe,"Ī mother calls to her girl and boy, barefoot Sweet hearts young and firm before decay. Sunny, a slight wind moving rough-veined leaves ![]() ![]() We're picking near the shore, the morning He's left his peck in some juicy cheeks, whenĪt first blush and mostly white, they showed He shrieks his ko-ka-ree in the next field. To bursting, they might be hearts, matching Many a plump headĭrops on the heap in the basket. Two from THE COLLECTED POEMS OF AMY CLAMPITT: Scroll down and enjoy!Īlso, remember that today is Friday, the day for you to vote for the Poem-of-the-Week on the Knopf Poetry Forum. For this, the penultimate day of Poetry Month, we offer you a grand finale before the last farewell, a trio of unique voices that spark like summer fireworks: Amy Clampitt, May Swenson, and Sandra Cisneros. ![]()
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