Thursday, October 14, 2010
Poem: My 3,000 Loving Arms (+ a typo from the Latin)
In "No End Out of Mind"--posted on this blog previously [click the title]--I wrote "Rose petals loosen from fingers / of the goddess of 30,000 loving arms / and fall into a separation of clouds, / heavens and genitalia."
My original thought had been 30 loving arms. Like Godzilla, the phrase was subject to explosions nuclear and grandiose, plus my general numbers confusion. I split the difference in this unpublished poem (late 2008). I like the stand-alone line.
My 3,000 Loving Arms
They asked not to be led into temptation this time,
like they could hoodwink an evil eye by means of
specification [but deliver us from evil].
My 3,000 loving arms are enough
under some circumstances, I hope.
We shed mythology in favor of the largest organ
(anyone, anyone? yes:) flesh, which hides our
skeletal self and is a lot warmer than poor,
dead Dido or the pantheon of Christian martyrs.
(If I were an artist I’d paint them as Hindu gods.)
You love with invention and simple induction.
You are; life is. Could be worse.
Illustraton from http://www.getreligion.org/wp-content/photos/jesuskrishna.jpg.