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Lovesong, Lovesong.

Chacun son gout
 
 said the old maid
as she kissed the cow and I
couldn't agree with her more except
in my case it was an Australian sheep dog
I kissed and nothing larger nor fatter
certainly not a goat nor a pig with sharp
bristles around his lips nor a filthy cat
with a dead rat, oh recently, in her mouth
and if it had to be a dog then not a
fat and drooling English bull from the 30's
and not a tight-skinned Boxer from the 50's
though truth is there is another mammal I have
in mind with tinted hair and blue toenails
and the dearest mouth with not one bristle but with
trustfulness at whose first touch her eyes
close and her arms encircle me, the one
hand reaching up to the back of my head her body
falling against me, my own hand caressing
her hair, the eye at the top of my head
taking in as many stars and planets
as it can trying to understand where we are
as regards the moon and its endless phases.

Gerald Stern's many books include Divine Nothingness: Poems (W. W. Norton, 2014); In Beauty Bright: Poems (W. W. Norton, 2012); Early Collected Poems: 1965-1992 (W. W. Norton, 2010); Save the Last Dance: Poems (2008); Everything Is Burning (2005); American Sonnets (2002); Last Blue: Poems (2000); and This Time: New and Selected Poems (1998), which won the National Book Award.

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Title Annotation:eight poems
Author:Stern, Gerald (American poet)
Publication:The American Poetry Review
Article Type:Poem
Date:Mar 1, 2018
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