This poem is taken from PN Review 141, Volume 28 Number 1, September - October 2001.
Five PoemsSelf-Portrait with Two Flowers in the Left Hand
Now that I am truly ripe
with child - I don't have the strength
to paint myself naked before a mirror.
If I could I would go
to Paris right now -
From my eyes, my swollen eyelids,
you can tell how heavy I must be,
how lethargic -
I give you colours of crockery.
I wear a sleepy blue:
blue of a ceramic milk jug -
Even the sky looks milky today.
Two flowers because
of the second heart
beating within me.
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