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|
|Date:||Mar 1, 2018|
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