The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 11/19/07

[BlueIris]

"I Cannot Forget the Woman in the Mirror"

Backwards and upside down in the twilight, that
woman on all fours, her head
dangling and suffuse, her lean
haunches, the area of darkness, the flanks and
ass narrow and pale as a deer's and those
breasts hanging down toward the center of the earth
			                                  like plummets, when I
swayed from side to side they swayed, it was
so dark I couldn't tell if they were gold or
plum or rose.  I cannot get over her
moving toward him upside down in the mirror like a
fly on the ceiling, her head hanging down and her
tongue long and black as an anteater's
going toward his body, she was so clearly an
animal, she was an Iroquois scout creeping
naked and noiseless, and when I looked at her
she looked at me so directly, her eyes so
dark, her stare said to me I
belong here, this is mine, I am living out my
true life on this earth.

—Sharon Olds

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear BlueIris...

Wow, what a strong poem...

I really like it!

Very visually compelling...

Thank you...:hug:

[BlueIris]

2. It's the author's birthday. I thought I would choose a poem that exemplified, to me, anyway,

her work.

[BlueIris]

3. But It's. Her. Birthday.

[BlueIris]

4. Oh, come on.