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Criticism

Donald Revell is the author of eight collections of poetry, most recently of My Mojave (Alice James Books, 2003) and Arcady (Wesleyan, 2002).

The Birth of Venus

So vines from my fingers

And bees weighted in the vine-shoots

Purring

Sleepily pale clear

My real imaginary girlfriend

1971

I am read The Song of Roland

Speaking for days to no one

Set the goddess there

And in the Grange Hall

Dreams of havoc

Imaginary Catskills and sparrows

I went in I mean I went inside the mts

Gods to the left

The low

The lion

The grasshopper curved green-gray

And there were no gates anymore

Stop Crying

The useless heaven

By whose means, like lettuce

And the pleasures of handwriting,

Paradise over there

In the yard with the bad dogs

Opens a bottle of flowers.

Nobody’s there.

I mean useless as a table prepared

For babies.

One by one,

A Benjamin, an Ambrose etc

Try the patience of the dogs,

Tear at the flowers.

Every house in this town has the same white curtains.

Christ pushes one aside.

Look, Ambrose. See the lonely green stems.