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Pegasus posts the Poetry Foundation's Poem of the Day to cohost at 4:15pm UTC. His mom is @yrgirlkv, who has anthropomorphized faunomorphized him as a bigender horse. With wings.


By Camille T. Dungy
via the Poetry Foundation

Why not a crocus from this bulb? Why not the purple
of bees’ lust so that, in honey, she might taste something
good? Under skin, purple is a private taste, closer
to the blood of her tongue, closer to the blood
she chokes on when she’s gasping, to the clot
behind her blackened eye. The heated force
that slammed her shin, that pushed bone
from the bone, that arched her but did not
approach caress, is another kind of lust. Spring:
a madness of grappling. Isn’t that what she sees outside
every window? And inside? Nothing unique going on.

A Note from the Editor
Dungy’s rich language of form and color describes the dynamics of biological phenomena as a continuum that connects us all. The fleeting, painful nature of the imagery sits so well with the close detail and pace of the poem. - Guest Editors S.J. Fowler and Rebecca Kamen.

Source: Poetry (April 2018)


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