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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Fanny Howe - Banking

He was a cold-hearted Saxon
whose sex was as busy as a farm
and left the room warm
with the scent of hounds

Believe me, he could have had it with anyone—
man or woman—but he wanted to be good

These are the dangerous ones

[from AGNI 33 & 56]

1 comment:

john said...

I've been wondering if Fanny Howe was some medival writer because of the old fashioned name, but I see she goes to Martha's Vinyard and lives in Massachusetts, is Irish and married to an African American man, was an atheiest and then a gnostic.

Her poem "Banking" reminds me of lines from a John Gorka song though they mean differently, I'm sure:

"I went off in the cruel world like a gun in a crowded room.
It was through all those crude soldiers I learned to howl at the moon.

I spread my seed like a farm boy, shone my light like a lamp.
I didn't know where I was going, no one was calling me champ."

I hate to quibble with a great poet but some farms are not too busy, just not much going on out there, so sex as busy as a farm doesn't work for me nor does "left the room warm with the scent of hounds." He was cold-hearted yet left the room smelling of warm dogs?

Was he bi-sexual as the second verse implies? Did he want to be good in a moral sense or good in bed?

Are we to experience an ephiany with that last line.

It remeinds me of mothers telling their daughters, watch out for the quiet ones.