|—||Kate Bush, from Wuthering Heights|
Road after the rain. California. 1960.
Photographer: Ansel Adams
When you perform, it’s so intense.
When the critics pan I write in your defense.
I understand I am just a fan…
I’m just a fan.
When I get home, I turn off the alarm.
I’ve checked the phone; no messages on.
I play the ones from yesterday,I play your song just to hear you say that you…
You’re the lonely one.
You are the lonely one.
You’re the lonely one
You are the lonely one
who tease to see you all undone,
who taste and take you in the game
will later trample on your spine
as if they never called you mine,
|—||Maxine Kumin, from “The Masochist,” Poetry (May 1969)|