Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Green Hills

Kay Ryan (2000)

Their green flanks
and swells are not
flesh in any sense
matching ours,
we tell ourselves.
Nor their green
breast nor their
green shoulder nor
the langour of their
rolling over.

1 comment:

dan said...

from The New Yorker (June 4, 2001)

author bio: Kay Ryan

The two books I have of hers are worth the $:
Elephant Rocks and Say Uncle