James Tate
Damaged Stopper with Marigold

The Woman I love is a forest of enormous whispers

and her tongue smooths the petals after rain.

Her finger dreams of a garden and it is Spring.

A fast car lathers the mist like milk beneath a breast.

The puppy sleeps on top of a pink dress drooling

and a man said Think about cooking honey

delicious sausage beautiful luscious eggs please,

essential shadows drunk as diamonds in a sweet storm.

I take my cry and sing delicate girl what about this thing.

Can I leave the gift with you, swim

through peach and fiddle, chant and shine?

Found In Volume 25, No. 02
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James Tate
About the Author

James Tate’s awards include a National Institute of Arts and Letters Award, the Wallace Stevens Award, a Pulitzer Prize in poetry, a National Book Award, and fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation and the National Endowment for the Arts.