When a Woman Loves a Man: Poems
By David Lehman
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David Lehman movingly chronicles the days in post-9/11 New York and bring a fresh perspective to an array of subjects -- from the Brooklyn Bridge to Gertrude Stein to Buddhism.
The work of a poet at the height of his lyrical and reflective powers, When a Woman Loves a Man is playful, inventive, and as amusing as it is clever.
David Lehman
David Lehman, the series editor of The Best American Poetry, edited The Oxford Book of American Poetry. His books of poetry include The Morning Line, When a Woman Loves a Man, and The Daily Mirror. The most recent of his many nonfiction books is The Mysterious Romance of Murder: Crime, Detection, and the Spirit of Noir. He lives in New York City and Ithaca, New York.
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When a Woman Loves a Man - David Lehman
Brooklyn Bridge
after Vladimir Mayakovsky
Calvin Coolidge,
jump for joy!
I’ve got to hand
it to you—
with compliments
that will make you blush
like my country’s flag
no matter how United
States of America
you may be!
As a madman
enters a church
or retreats
to a monastery,
pure and austere,
so I,
in the haze
of evening
humbly approach
the Brooklyn Bridge.
Like a conqueror
with cannons
tall as giraffes
entering a besieged
city, so, drunk
with glory,
higher than a kite,
I cross
the Brooklyn Bridge.
Like a painter
whose smitten eyes pierce
a museum Madonna
through the glass of a frame,
so I look at New York
through the Brooklyn Bridge
and see the sky and the stars.
New York,
hot and humid
until night,
has now forgotten
the daily fight,
and only the souls
of houses rise
in the serene
sheen of windows.
Here the hum
of the El
can hardly be heard,
and only by this hum,
soft but stubborn,
can you sense the trains
crawling
with a rattle
as when dishes clatter
in a cupboard.
And when from below,
a merchant transports sugar
from the factory bins,
the masts
passing under the bridge
are no bigger than pins.
I’m proud of just this
mile of steel.
My living visions here
stand tall:
a fight for structure over style,
the calculus of beams of steel.
If the end of the world should come,
wiping out the earth,
and all that remains
is this bridge,
then, as little bones, fine as needles,
are assembled into dinosaurs
in museums,
so from this bridge
the geologists of the future
will reconstruct
our present age.
They will say:
This paw of steel
linked seas and prairies.
From here,
Europe rushed to the West, scattering
Indian feathers
to the wind.
This rib
reminds us of a machine—
imagine having the strength,
while standing
with one steel leg
in Manhattan,
to pull Brooklyn
toward you
by the lip!
By these cables and wires
I know we have retired
the age of coal and steam.
Here people screamed
on the radio,
or flew in planes.
For some life was a picnic;
for others a prolonged
and hungry howl.
From here desperate men
jumped to their deaths
in the river.
And finally I see—
Here stood Mayakovsky,
composing verse, syllable by syllable.
I look at you
as an Eskimo admires a train.
I stick to you
as a tick to an ear.
Brooklyn Bridge,
you’re really something, aren’t you?
Part One
When a Woman Loves a Man
When she says margarita she means daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, I’ll never speak to you again,
she means, "Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window."
He’s supposed to know that.
When a man loves a woman he is in New York and she is in Virginia
or he is in Boston, writing, and she is in New York, reading,
or she is wearing a sweater and sunglasses in Balboa Park and he
is raking the leaves in Ithaca
or he is driving to East Hampton and she is standing disconsolate
at the window overlooking the bay
where a regatta of many-colored sails is going on
while he is stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway.
When a woman loves a man it is one ten in the morning
she is asleep he is watching the ball scores and eating pretzels
drinking lemonade
and two hours later he wakes up and staggers into bed
where she remains asleep and very warm.
When she says tomorrow she means in three or four weeks.
When she says, We’re talking about me now,
he stops talking. Her best friend comes over and says,
Did somebody die?
When a woman loves a man, they have gone
to swim naked in the stream
on a glorious July day
with the sound of the waterfall like a chuckle
of water rushing over smooth rocks,
and there is nothing alien in the universe.
Ripe apples fall about them.
What else can they do but eat?
When he says, Ours is a transitional era,
that’s very original of you,
she replies,
dry as the martini he is sipping.
They fight all the time
It’s fun
What do I owe you?
Let’s start with an apology
OK, I’m sorry, you dickhead.
A sign is held up saying Laughter.
It’s a silent picture.
I’ve been fucked without a kiss,
she says,
and you can quote me on that,
which sounds great in an English accent.
One year they broke up seven times and threatened to do it
another nine times.
When a woman loves a man, she wants him to meet her at the
airport in a foreign country with a jeep.
When a man loves a woman he’s there. He doesn’t complain that
she’s two hours late
and there’s nothing in the refrigerator.
When a woman loves a man, she wants to stay awake.
She’s like a child crying
at nightfall because she didn’t want the day to end.
When a man loves a woman, he watches her sleep, thinking:
as midnight to the moon, is sleep to the beloved.
A thousand fireflies wink at him.
The frogs sound like the string section
of the orchestra warming up.
The stars dangle down like earrings the shape of grapes.
The Gift
He gave her class. She gave him sex.
—Katharine Hepburn on Fred Astaire