February 2012
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Antiphonal Pantoum on the Song of Songs
Seems like maybe this is the right day to post a draft from a series I’m writing, on and off, of riffs and variations on that ancient anthology of erotic poems. Also, an intriguing batch of interpretive links is here.
Canticle I
Unhinge, God, my lover’s mouth
and let him kiss me
with the kisses of his mouth
so I will forget wine.
And let her kiss me.
And her word is a balm.
So I will...