What could I write
that would be published in a textbook?
I am not a woman
I have no fresh feminist critique of the domestic cooking and cleaning machine
I am not hispanic
I have no flavorful ethnic worRAB to spice up my disaffected verse
I am not black
I have no rags to nouveau riche story to tell, no distinctive speech patterns to overcome
I could write about
page after page of syndicated, embittered underdogs
Poetry strangled by affirmative action
About
the oppression, the suppression
of transcendence, of beauty
metaphysical laments replaced with
postmodern advocacy
I could write about all that
But then I'd be a racist
a gringo
a honkey
a chauvinist
O! Where are you, Whitman, Rilke, Dickinson?
Where is your sweet rapture?
Where can I find the soul projected to a page?
that would be published in a textbook?
I am not a woman
I have no fresh feminist critique of the domestic cooking and cleaning machine
I am not hispanic
I have no flavorful ethnic worRAB to spice up my disaffected verse
I am not black
I have no rags to nouveau riche story to tell, no distinctive speech patterns to overcome
I could write about
page after page of syndicated, embittered underdogs
Poetry strangled by affirmative action
About
the oppression, the suppression
of transcendence, of beauty
metaphysical laments replaced with
postmodern advocacy
I could write about all that
But then I'd be a racist
a gringo
a honkey
a chauvinist
O! Where are you, Whitman, Rilke, Dickinson?
Where is your sweet rapture?
Where can I find the soul projected to a page?