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Poem for a Man with No Sense of Smell July 27, 2007

Posted by Rambling Man in Poetry & Humor.
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Poem for a Man with No Sense of Smell

by Kate Clanchy

This is simply to inform you:

that the thickest line in the kink of my hand
smells like the feel of an old school desk,
the deep carved names worn sleek with sweat;

that beneath the spray of my expensive scent
my armpits sound a bass note strong
as the boom of a palm on a kettle drum;

that the wet flush of my fear is sharp
as the taste of an iron pipe, midwinter,
on a child’s hot tongue; and that sometimes,

in a breeze, the delicate hairs on the nape
of my neck, just where you might bend
your head, might hesitate and brush your lips,

hold a scent frail and precise as a fleet
of tiny origami ships, just setting out to sea.

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1. This Week's Poetry Across the Web | Writer's Resource Center - July 27, 2007

[…] Poem for a Man with No Sense of Smell the wet flush of my fear is sharp as the taste of an iron pipe […]

2. Patricia (a/k/a Roswila) - July 29, 2007

And oh, those last two lines! Yes.

3. Rambling Man - July 29, 2007

a great poem !


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