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Review A Review of Poetry, Prose, and Art - Summer 2001 |
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What I WantPoems by Pamela Moore Dionne What does a woman want?I walked the path along the Limmat today, gloomily asking What is it I want? Pointless remarks exchanged with a Russian colleague who disregarded my want. Dulled by innuendo concerning men and women. Knowing remarks about a female student. I do not meet his eyes. Is this my youth? Can there be any wonder why I want? This morning Professor Blueler offered to help me publish in the Jahrbuch. Next step: the Psychoanalytic Society. Give me the excellent moment. It's all I want. Blueler asks me to send my paper to Dr. Jung. He knows nothing of my friendship with the good doctor. I crave wax and feather wings, yet find I am devoured by want. A blush rises to my hairline then blanches away completely. The paper is already with my friend. Though he is unpredictable, I will not be turned. This is my wont. What if he calls me Sabina, my pearl, kisses all my fingers and I swoon into his lips, lost in a mad glow against all reason? What is it I want? |