The truth is, goddesses are lousy in bed.
They will do anything it’s true.
And the skin is beautifully cared for.
But they have no sense of it. They are
all manner and amazing technique.
I lie with them thinking of your
foolish excess, of your panting
and sweating, and your eyes after.
- Jack Gilbert
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Oooooooooooooooh… nuff said..
I really like this. Is it part of something larger?
That seems to be the full poem. The book it’s from is here.
Oh, that is wonderful. Thank you for sharing it!
Beautiful and so… poignant. Thank you. just what I needed to read, feeling alone and lonely all at once
I am such a poetry dunce. I read this 3 times and can’t figure out the meaning. Can someone explain it to me? Is he saying goddesses are all pristine looks in bed, and that he prefers a non-goddess woman who pants, sweats, and feels? So why doesn’t he consider her a goddess? And why does he bother sleeping with the lousy lays?