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Article: After Teaching.(Poem)
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- Poetry
- Article date:
- March 1, 2007
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After Teaching
Who it Daddy? Who it Daddy? Joanie sang
when Benita rumbled up the aisle, a bull of a girl
leaning forward, falling from step to step. Who
it Daddy? Who it Daddy? And on the third day,
I saw, inside the larger swelling of Benita's swell,
an ancient couple turn a corner in an ancient city
and, holding hands, rise into twilight. They never fall,
the old couples who rise elegantly into evening.
No one finds them lying in wheat fields or draped over oaks
like collapsed balloons. Romantics say they rise forever,
but I believe they ascend so slowly they starve ...