Amanda gave me this little treasure yesterday, and one poem in particular caught my attention. I just love it.
In the last knockings of the evening sun
Eve drinks Calvados.Elsewhere in her life
She has played muse and mistress, bitch and wife.
Now all that gunpoint gamesmanship is done.
She loves the garden at this time of day.
Raising her third glass up to God, she grins;
If this is her come-uppance for her sins
It's worth a little angst along the way.
A fourth. Again the cork's slow squeaky kiss.
If, as the liquor tempts her to believe,
The Lord has one more Adam up His sleeve
He's going to have to take her as she is -
Out in the garden in a dressing-gown
Breathing old apples as the sun goes down.