Broke-Ass Poets: Finn Turner
A Woman In Her Room
A woman in her room feels sometimes that
she lives on the back of the world, as if,
while studying a tapestry, she found
she had been gazing at its rough reverse.
On Rossetti’s ‘Blue Silk Dress’
Jane Burden, famous for
your face and illustrious
husband: far from your own
self in blue silk—under
gazes and curtains, waning—
jeweled finger unnoticed
by no one,
and white roses, like
the fuzzballs of
poplar that go
looking for the cisterns
of deep water.
Fuente Grande
The cloud of dust
sways from your arrival;
everything — your hands, the open
graves, the waxy leaves of olive
trees, everything — is shaking.
The water jet
sings against your walls,
sings on the edge of a knife,
sings in its half-drawn blade
that shivers in the garden.
The August breeze
sweeps the ass’s braying
over the pockmarked hills.
All across Granada,
telephones are
ringing.
Finn Turner is a local homosexual and French Ph.D. candidate at UC Berkeley.
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