Poems by Erica Jong
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Slavery
... The purest wreaths which hang on glorys shrine, ...
The Hackney Coachman: Or the Way to Get a Good Fare
... Yet though dram-shops I hate, and the dram-drinking friend, ...
After the Earthquake
... & my whole life so mellowed & changedthat at times I cannot remember ...
Autobiographical
... women share & yet agree to hide ...
Autumn Perspective
... Now we plan, postponing, pushing our lives forward ...
Beast, Book, Body
... in passion that did not know its own name ...
Climbing You
... They can be pulled down like window shades ...
Colder
... James Thurber, The Thirteen ClocksNot that I cared about the other woman ...
Dear Colette
... let go, for your years, your child, your lovers, ...
Flying at Forty
... on bubble gum,who married disastrously ...
For an Earth-Landing
... like charms on the same braceletor upsidedown tightrope people ...
Henry James in the Heart of the City
... We have a small sculpture of Henry James on our terrace in New York City ...
Letter to My Lover After Seven Years
... & two of pain.You gave me darkness, light, laughter ...
LoveSpell: Against Endings
... for our bed; with tubes of cerulean blue ...
Middle Aged Lovers, II
... in our hands which we would beat ...
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