TULIP
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Eva Skrande
Eva Skrande was born in Havana, Cuba and grew up in Miami. She earned a B.A. from Sarah Lawrence College, an M.F.A. from Iowa, and is currently finishing a Ph.D. in Creative Writing at the University of Houston. Her poems have appeared in the American Poetry Review, American Voice, Iowa Review, Ploughshares, and the Alaska Quarterly, among others. Her chapbook, the Gates of the Somnambulist was published by Jeanne Duval EditionsBy Eva Skrande
Published on 05/3/2002
Tulip of my dreams, tulip of my emptiness,
tulip which follows the moon
that rides off with the wolf's head.
O horses and linen, buried, soundly asleep
tulip which follows the moon
that rides off with the wolf's head.
O horses and linen, buried, soundly asleep
Tulip of my dreams, tulip of my emptiness,
tulip which follows the moon
that rides off with the wolf's head.
O horses and linen, buried, soundly asleep
where my tongue meets the winds of March.
Blue jays chronicle our hands' rosary.
Once we were a steeple that ignited birds.
Once paradise flowed between our tongues' juniper.
That horse is lucky which grazes the earth our lips tilled.
The same horse fills the aqueduct
with the moon's redemption.
O that you might enter me again and bloom.
A thousand spinsters still feed off our thirst's light.
Copyright © Eva Skrande, 2002. All Rights Reserved.
tulip which follows the moon
that rides off with the wolf's head.
O horses and linen, buried, soundly asleep
where my tongue meets the winds of March.
Blue jays chronicle our hands' rosary.
Once we were a steeple that ignited birds.
Once paradise flowed between our tongues' juniper.
That horse is lucky which grazes the earth our lips tilled.
The same horse fills the aqueduct
with the moon's redemption.
O that you might enter me again and bloom.
A thousand spinsters still feed off our thirst's light.
Copyright © Eva Skrande, 2002. All Rights Reserved.