[New-Poetry] Mad Libs

[James Cervantes]

Aha!  Thank you.  All the time I was thinking Charles Simic. Wrong.

- Jim

On 10/4/06, Parker, Alan Michael <amparker at davidson.edu> wrote:
> Hey.
>
> Didn't know this had stuck--sorry for not posting the "real poem" (a
> translation) sooner.
>
> - AMP
>
> ****
>
> Wall Calendar
>
>
>
> December. An arctic wind, new
> And bitter. Angels and polar bears
> Sink into their winter slumber.
> Just then,
> Above, in the folds of soft snow,
> The traps of spring get set.
>
> June. In a military ceremony
> Filled with sunshine,
> The man is buried at noon.
> Just then
> It is midnight in the woman's belly. The fetus
> Reports for duty: he recognizes the code.
>
> December. Suddenly the boat
> Turns over, I drown in a squalid
> Sea, and watch, as expected,
> Just then
> All my stolen years drift by
> Like sweet water .
>
>
>
>  - Dan Pagis, trans. from the Hebrew by Tsipi Keller.
> The Vintage Book of Contemporary World Poetry,
> J.D. McClatchy, ed. (NY: Vintage, 1996).
>
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