S E P T E M B E R 1 9 9 8 ![]() VENUS OF WILLENDORFby Yusef Komunyakaa | |||||||||||||
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She's big as a man's fist, Big as a black-pepper shaker Filled with gris-gris dust, Like two fat gladiolus bulbs Grown into a burst of twilight. Lumpy & fertile, earthy & egg-shaped, she's pregnant With all the bloomy hosannas Of love-hunger. Beautiful In a way that forces us to look At the ground, this squat Venus in her braided helmet Is carved from a hunk of limestone Shaped into a blues singer. In her big smallness She makes us kneel. Yusef Komunyakaa is the author of Neon Vernacular (1993) and Thieves of Paradise (1998). He teaches creative writing at Princeton University. Copyright © 1998 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; September 1998; Venus of Willendorf; Volume 282, No. 3; page 86. |
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