Sunday, May 10, 2009

Robert Lowell



Man and Wife
—for Ted Hughes & Sylvia Plath

Tamed by the Shrew—I get Sylvia off
Fucking her silly like—ghost of Big Daddy
While I indulge myself—in Dionysian grief
(Aurelia next door—in the guest bedroom)
While my hackneyed—bloodshot eyeball
Pops out—mercilessly orgasmic mean
Doing it right—like the Boston Strangler
Poker-faced—stuffing her face deep in
The pillow—going spaz while she dies
Then having coffee—lovely Court Green
Morning with Aurelia—she’s next telling
Her that Sylvia upstairs—is sleeping in

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