Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 27, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Her Lips are Copper Wire

by Jean Toomer (1894 – 1967).

Her Lips Are Copper Wire (1923)

Whisper of yellow globes
Gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
Like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog

And let your breath be moist against me
Like bright beads on yellow globes

Telephone the power-house
That the main wires are insulate

(her words play softly up and down
dewy corridors of billboards)

then with your tongue remove the tape
and press your lips to mine
till they are incandescent

Notes:
http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/toomer/toomerbio.html
http://www.english.illinois.edu/Maps/poets/s_z/toomer/wire.htm

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