Thursday, 10 August 2000

From "For Freud"

By Mary Jo Bang.

A milder feeling hovers over me. I’m dead,
Leibchen. What does it matter, that
The Great Wall of China has become an example

Of middle-period capitalism in action?
Think Carthage. Think of the strange
New Mexico spaceship
Some people say they’ve seen.

Saucer disk. Anna, kiss me. She won’t
Stop mourning. There is seldom but sometimes
That sort of love. Where the one in the chair
At the end, puts on your greatcoat and cries.

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