Post 1 Wes Grigsby

Poem:

GLOSS ON THE COMING OF AUTUMN

The body does not wait. Neither for us

nor for love. This groping of hands,

researching with such reticence

the warm, silky aridness

that twitches from embarrassment

in movements quick and random;

this groping attended not by us

but by a thirst, a memory, whatever

we know about touching the bared

body that does not wait; this groping

that doesn’t know, doesn’t see, doesn’t

dare to be afraid of feeling scared…

The body’s so hasty! All is over and done

when one of us, or when love, has come.

Citation:

De Sena, Jorge. Gloss on the Coming of Autumn. 1997. Print.

Analysis:

This poem is more universal in theme. It does not touch on cultural topics whatsoever.  I chose to read and comment on this poem because it is very raw and emotional. It is very interesting to read over and over again. Its descriptive quality is wonderful.