In case you’re new to this blog and wondering why a romance/fantasy author is writing about poetry every Monday, I tell you. I’ve missed reading poetry. Poetry has a different rhythm and uses language differently than prose. But like pretty much everyone, I have a busy life and never made time for it. A few years back I read about a guy who studied something new each year. One year he learned to garden, another year he learned Spanish. I decided to read and learn more about poetry this year and I’m sharing it with you.
Olga Broumas’ (1949-) poem, “For Every Heart” (The Erotic Spirit, edited by Sam Hamill) says something wonderful about making love. Beyond the private act, she sees it as a thing we can all celebrate, a performance that adds to the world’s collective joy.
I like it when my friend has lovers, their happy moans,/unrestrained, fill the house with the glee of her prowess./. . . I am moved to clap. Hands clapping calm us./It is their simple, wholehearted and naive sexual imitation/their fleshbird dance chest-high in the open of time.