When I think of poetry, I think of Russian poetry first, then maybe English, Italian, French or Persian. Never American. Yet, a few days ago, cruising through a bookstore, my eyes fell upon a collection of bedside poems, so intimate, I couldn't resist but get lost in their vulgarity and amazement. Here is one of them.
Their Sex Life
One problem
On top of another
A. R. Ammons
20th century American poet
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