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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFTER THE PARTY, by LUIGI FONTANELLA First Line: And so the others were the first to leave | |||
and so the others were the first to leave their mouths opening toward cricket-sleep and I'm still here separating a bunch of flower stems to make each believable to the light, this impossibility of turning back the flooding minutes the droplets swelling along the ruined paths of descent, but what's it all worth after the fall. And yet we're fearless here, face to the wall stifling her mouth when she calls and calls from the bed or bathroom. Every night like this. It's a trick, this arrangement flashing again and again before my eyes, an exhausting fight, tearing things apart, always on a taut wire performing a difficult exercise that inevitably opens a different wound or hope. It's a game, a duel an old refrain I can't resist, romantic loitering and all its weakness, I'll never be cured of this disease. I set the alarm, take it easy, just a minute and I'll get back to you. Nothing to feel happy about -- thing happen that you don't recognize right away or on the spot, who would have said it this morning the cat stone dead, belly up, and all in one night: I still have the scratch on my hand that he gave me (joking?) yesterday, I look again at the scratch, this sneering incrustation, this little Burri on my left hand. See, it doesn't take much and I'm off travelling again, it's already a lot if poetry brings you whenever you like the time and strength to live for just one moment. So come to bed, it's late. Used by permission of Story Line Press. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPLESSNESS by LUIGI FONTANELLA THE TRANSPARENT LIFE by LUIGI FONTANELLA VICTORIA STATION by LUIGI FONTANELLA THE CRUISE OF THE MONITOR [MARCH 9, 1862] by GEORGE M. BAKER THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE: L'ENVOI by IDA COLE BARTLATT SONNET TO CHARLOTTE M-- by BERNARD BARTON THE TOY BALLOONS by EDNA BECKER |
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