| A Greek Island Traveling over your body I found The failing olive and the cajoling flute, Where I knelt down, as if in prayer, And sucked a moist pit From the marl Of the earth in a sacred cove. You gave yourself to the god who comes, The liberator of the loud shout, While I fell into a trance, Blood on my lips, And stumbled into a temple on top Of a hill at the bottom of the sky.
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| Copyright © 2013 by Edward Hirsch. Used with permission of the author. |
About this Poem: "The poem takes a phrase ('C'est l'olive pâmée, et la flûte câline') from an obscene parody of Albert Mérat by Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine ('Sonnet du trou du cul') and develops it into an erotic poem. Now the body of the body becomes a sacred site, a Greek island." Edward Hirsch
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