Sunday, November 13, 2022

A Song for Muriel

No-one explains me because
There is nothing to explain.
It’s all right here
Very clear.
O for my reputations sake
To be difficult and opaque!

No-one explains me because
Though myopic, I see plain.
I just put it down
With a leer and a frown…
Why does it make you sweat?
Is this the thanks I get?

No-one explains me because
There are tears in my bawdy song.
Once I am dead
Something will be said.
How nice I won’t be here
To see how they get it wrong.

by Carolyn Kizer

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