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Tribute: Carol Tarlen
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Poem, for Cesar Vallejo
Tribute: Jack Joseph
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and Carol Tarlen
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I'm visiting my friend Larry in Stanwood, Washington
From "Another Country"

Love Song

1. SHE

Kiss me
Breathe me
Run
I'd choose your chest over wine
Any day. Your name is always
A body oil pouring over my skin
Drench me in your room
Is it any wonder
That virgins beg for you?
Look at me
Who do you think I love?
Yes, I'm black
Because the sun has caught me
In its sites
My mother's children
Are angry with me
Am I just another face among the
Women you have known?
Or will I eat and sleep with you?

2. HE



Listen to me

If you don't know already I want you

Go with them

I told you before

Why should I repeat everything I said?

Go with them

Go with them

3. SHE


I filled your kitchen table with flowers
Picked with the dew clinging to them. Look at them
Lovely crocuses with pink petals
Opening to the light
And big, glossy leaves
Rising and turning
Smell them, won't you please?
I arranged them myself
Yes, I believe I've reason
Enough to be proud
But you didn't notice them
I should have realized that
Men have no appreciation
For lovely flowers in the way
That women do
Oh! The air is hot and dry in here
Let me open the window
To let the wind blow through
That's better
The hills are rolling gently
In their yellow, bright grasses
The branches in the orchards
Remind me of your arms
So what am I saying?
I'd wanted everything to be right for you
But look at it now
I feel like such a mess

4. HE



I've been cruel

Please don't cry

Look

Don't cry now, darling

You're my beautiful lover

Look at me

Look in my face

My eyes. You'll see

What you really are there

See?

Dry your eyes, my beauty

I saw the flowers

That's no lie

I wanted to, I want to

Thank you for them

You haven't done anything wrong

I'm the one to blame where blame is due

I was insensitive

I was a fool

Not to share my thoughts

When I had been gone and missed

I had a lot on my mind

But didn't know how to put it

Into words

Take my hand, lover

Let me dry those tears up

No

You don't have to cry anymore

Not anymore

Lay down with me

Let me caress you to sleep

Our bed is green

Look up

The ceiling is mahogany, and the rafters are fir

They're yours, too, you know



--Carol Tarlen and David Joseph

Every line of this poem was written by both Carol and I. It was an experiment in collaboration for us. I've left it as it was originally written with no changes. It's a poem by a committee of two.