(no subject)
My Mother's Nipples
Robert Haas
"He wanted to get out of his head," she said,
"so I told him to write about his mother's nipples."
•
The cosmopolitan's song on this subject:
Alors! les nipples de ma mère!
The romantic's song
What could be more fair
than les nipples de ma mère?
The utopian's song
I will freely share
les nipples de ma mère.
The philosopher's song
Here was always there
with les nipples de ma mère
The capitalist's song
Fifty cents a share
The saint's song
Lift your eyes in prayer
The misanthrope's song
I can scarcely bear
The melancholic's song
They were never there,
les nipples de ma mère.
They are not anywhere.
The indigenist's song
And so the boy they called Loves His Mother's Tits
Went into the mountains and fasted for three days.
On the fourth he saw a red-tailed hawk with broken wings,
On the fifth a gored doe in a ravine, entrails
Spilled onto the rocks, eye looking up at him
From the twisted neck. All the sixth day he was dizzy
And his stomach hurt. On the seventh he made three deep cuts
In the meat of his palm. He entered the pain at noon
And an eagle came to him crying three times like the mewling
A doe makes planting her hooves in the soft duff for mating
And he went home and they called him Eagle Three Times after that.
The regionalist's song
Los Pechos.
Rolling oak woodland between Sierra pines
and simmering valey.
•
Robert Haas
"He wanted to get out of his head," she said,
"so I told him to write about his mother's nipples."
•
The cosmopolitan's song on this subject:
Alors! les nipples de ma mère!
The romantic's song
What could be more fair
than les nipples de ma mère?
The utopian's song
I will freely share
les nipples de ma mère.
The philosopher's song
Here was always there
with les nipples de ma mère
The capitalist's song
Fifty cents a share
The saint's song
Lift your eyes in prayer
The misanthrope's song
I can scarcely bear
The melancholic's song
They were never there,
les nipples de ma mère.
They are not anywhere.
The indigenist's song
And so the boy they called Loves His Mother's Tits
Went into the mountains and fasted for three days.
On the fourth he saw a red-tailed hawk with broken wings,
On the fifth a gored doe in a ravine, entrails
Spilled onto the rocks, eye looking up at him
From the twisted neck. All the sixth day he was dizzy
And his stomach hurt. On the seventh he made three deep cuts
In the meat of his palm. He entered the pain at noon
And an eagle came to him crying three times like the mewling
A doe makes planting her hooves in the soft duff for mating
And he went home and they called him Eagle Three Times after that.
The regionalist's song
Los Pechos.
Rolling oak woodland between Sierra pines
and simmering valey.
•