Awesome poems: Etruscan Song
Heather linked me to this poem and I think it's amazing.
Etruscan Song
No love like mine; no love
transformed a hotel room into a womb
and a womb into the child's cry;
no love, no love, no love like mine.
Read in the dark, one hand on dick
Etruscan lore in my Etruscan book-
justice had another flavor there,
buried the son to punish the father.
Drove down the Merritt Parkway
one night, alone, singing please bury me;
drove up the following afternoon
with a spade saying dig me up, someone;
dug up, found the sun so hot it burned;
craved the chocolate cool of dirt,
the pupa-life underground,
the coffin-dark of a dirt coffin.
So made, no love like mine, a boy;
turned dirt from chocolate to clay;
the clay became, one day, a cry,
and the cry turned night to day.
Dan Chiasson
Etruscan Song
No love like mine; no love
transformed a hotel room into a womb
and a womb into the child's cry;
no love, no love, no love like mine.
Read in the dark, one hand on dick
Etruscan lore in my Etruscan book-
justice had another flavor there,
buried the son to punish the father.
Drove down the Merritt Parkway
one night, alone, singing please bury me;
drove up the following afternoon
with a spade saying dig me up, someone;
dug up, found the sun so hot it burned;
craved the chocolate cool of dirt,
the pupa-life underground,
the coffin-dark of a dirt coffin.
So made, no love like mine, a boy;
turned dirt from chocolate to clay;
the clay became, one day, a cry,
and the cry turned night to day.
Dan Chiasson