Weber StudiesHome , Archives , Reading Room , Search , Editorial Info , Books , Subscribe ,  West Links
Winter 1996, Volume 13.1

Poetry

 

Lance Larsen


Lance Larsen (Ph.D., University of Houston) is Assistant Professor of English at Brigham Young University and a former poetry editor of
Gulf Coast. His poetry has appeared in The Paris Review, The New Republic, Hudson Review, Salmagundi, Shenandoah, and others.

 

Secondhand Books

Some days I prefer these dusty tiered rows,
with hand-lettered signs, curled a little
and yellowing, where even the canonized
suffer the jagged tooth of altered affections.

This is limbo: Blake, flanked by Hollywood
poets, trying to dream the fall of Albion:
Miss Emily forced to take her tea with a bevy
of rhymesters. Here the soul does not select.

I select. I take a book down, letting
the poems sweeten, letting them breathe.
I roll the words around the lonely cave
of my mouth, until their wine tastes new.

 

A Fallen Woman Addresses the Moon

I want to sing without God
burning in my mouth.

Or sit in a perfumed bath
and feel oceans lapping inside me.

I want to pass fruit vendors,
with their sharp elbows and crooked beards,
and not see lust staining their eyes.

I will dress myself in white linen.

My kisses to the air will bring rain.
Will erase ministers who smile
with their neckties.

I will return to a country
green with fountains and tree frogs
where I believed I was pure

and I was.

 

Back to Top