Friday, February 7, 2014


(1925 ~ 2014)

Maxine Kumin
After Love

Afterward, the compromise.
Bodies resume their boundaries.
These legs, for instance, mine.
Your arms take you back in.
Spoons of our fingers, lips
admit their ownership.
The bedding yawns, a door
blows aimlessly ajar
and overhead, a plane
singsongs coming down.
Nothing is changed, except
there was a moment when
the wolf, the mongering wolf
who stands outside the self
lay lightly down, and slept.
 Maxine Kumin
Selected Poems, 1960-1990 
 (W. W. Norton and Company Inc., 1998)  


Lally said...

thanks for posting this as tribute

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

You bet, M.

A poet who was a long time with us
all's well, B.