Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem by Bea Garth on July 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
by Bea Garth, copyright 2009
Feeling philosophical
wandering the streets
going to Recycle Books
reading about poets’ tragic lives
thinking about you
and how your books are not here
thinking how hard it is
being a poet in America
there being a quality
of evanescence
so much feeling
so much work and beauty
and then it all
seemingly evaporates
as if one never
existed.
At least with a painting
or a [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on July 5, 2009 | 2 Comments »
by Bea Garth, copyright 2009
(From Conversations To Greg Hall–written July 1, 4:30 A.M.)
How was I to know
marrying white breasts
with your long fingered hands
is what you did, is what you do
when I take off my shoes,
my feet aching,
knowing you will soothe them.
Soon my buttons are undone
our kisses sweeter
than the peaches and guavas
ripening outside,
tiny buttons,
your fingers [...]
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