Tag Archives: sexuality

Nocturne by Lola Ridge

Indigo bulb of darkness Punctured by needle lights Through a fissure of brick canyon shutting out stars, And a sliver of moon Spigoting two high windows over the West river…. Boy, I met to-night, Your eyes are two red-glowing arcs … Continue reading

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The Applicant by Sylvia Plath

First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A brace or a hook, Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch, Stitches to show something’s missing? No, no? Then How can … Continue reading

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The River of Girls by Tishani Doshi

For India’s missing girls This is not really myth or secret. This murmur in the mouth of the mountain where the sound of rain is born. This surging past pilgrim town and village well. This coin-thin vagina and acid stain … Continue reading

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What Do Women Want? by Kim Addonizio

I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to … Continue reading

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The Disappointment by Aphra Behn

One Day the Amarous Lisander, By an impatient Passion sway’d, Surpris’d fair Cloris, that lov’d Maid, Who cou’d defend her self no longer; All things did with his Love conspire, The gilded Planet of the Day, In his gay Chariot, … Continue reading

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Mayakovsky by Frank O’Hara

1 My heart’s aflutter! I am standing in the bath tub crying. Mother, mother who am I? If he will just come back once and kiss me on the face his coarse hair brush my temple, it’s throbbing! then I … Continue reading

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The Sick Rose by William Blake

O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake Recommended further reading: Literary … Continue reading

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