So Commentator Becca mentioned that though she really loved Auden, she kinda wished that he had been a she writing about a her. So — because I’m a big believer in equal opportunity and because I care about your needs, gentle readers — I offer up Amy Lowell, a poet from about 100 years ago, who wrote some of the most beautiful, lush poetry about women, ever. Plus, she pissed off Ezra Pound which is totes a turn on.
Seriously, I think kids today would be way more interested in poetry if they knew people were writing stuff like this in the 1910s. I mean, I’m not much up on contemporary poetry and I’m sure there’s stuff out there now that just as intensely erotic (and it’s no dirtiest poem ever — which I’ll link to again just in case you missed it the first time) but still … her stuff is pretty Sappho-licious.
Decade*
When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
*written on the occasion of her tenth anniversary with actress Ada Russell
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