Thursday, February 15, 2007

For Women

I rise up singing from your belly,
like some glad keeper of the palace swans
content to serve your navel
as an acolyte would serve his unseen god
and take your perspiration as communion.

Rolling now together in our bedroom world
We’ll map out elbows and each other’s backs.
There are some parts of you
that have no highways.
Hairy forests cover even well-worn paths
but every forest has its own surprises
and the hiker coming through the glade
can only marvel as Columbus would
at sailing past the old world’s edge.

Rod McKuen.

For women everywhere.

6 comments:

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Himself said...

Thank you, I never thought to search youtube for him.

He has a lot of strings to his fiddle, singer songwriter, poet, playwright.

He certainly puts his own stamp on this tune.

http://youtu.be/rfziQHKQpfc

Anonymous said...

Briljant filosoferend

Briljant filosoferend
over het leven liet ik
de aardappels verbranden.
Een onmiskenbaar bewijs
van emancipatie.


Hanny Michaelis

1922-2007

Uit: De rots van Gibraltar. Amsterdam 1969

Himself said...

Brilliant philosophizing
about the life I had
the potatoes burn.
An unmistakable evidence
of emancipation.

Anonymous said...


Good evening H

Does it make sense to you?

the life should be translated as life

and I guess it is

I had burnt (burned?) the potatoes.

The Dutch order, a recognisable evidence.

Isn’t it ironic.

Sweet dreams. Mx