Quotidian Ecstasies: Two Poems from Two American Poets.
Saunter forever O dolphins mythologically dreaming of us
At the middle of the heights of our love life
I had so many noisy sendings of wetness, juice, joy,
expirations, romantic gasps
that the night might be thinking a series of dolphins was
explosively partaking of the divine,
fireworks in the soft flower night, wet; Joyce at the
pub, boisterous Dylan, blazing
Blake, could not be more
splurging sonorous. Little lambs on green pastoral hills
by Angelic capitals and mossy Cathedrals
and the smell of haystacks and farms and French bread
could not be more glowing Arcadian.
Look, Proteus is procreating Again. Barnacle Bill is
snoring. Some sumptuous readers
dizzy dazzled utterly drizzled drenched are ready to
touch the thigh of the Shaking Wonder
–John Tagliabue (1923-2006)
The Great Day: Poems, 1962-1983 (1984)
Steam is the first sip
touch air with taste.
Scent is the second sip
tang of union.
Too hot, hint of purity,
Now the waiting,
on edge of vessel.
Listen for cooling.
No one knows where the drink
it shows up in the kitchen
Be a good host, ask the kettle
why it sings.
Caress the handle with flesh.
Open your mouth to its mouth.
Inhale the last drop of coming honey.
What pleasure the empty cup
–Gary Mex Glazner (b. 1957)
Ears on Fire: Snapshot Essays in a World of Poets (2002)