{"id":720,"date":"2010-06-23T14:47:15","date_gmt":"2010-06-23T14:47:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=720"},"modified":"2010-06-23T14:47:15","modified_gmt":"2010-06-23T14:47:15","slug":"helen-pletts-has-gorkys-liver","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/helen-pletts-has-gorkys-liver\/","title":{"rendered":"Helen Pletts has Gorky's liver"},"content":{"rendered":"


My liver is sick with purple…<\/span> Arshile Gorky<\/span>
 <\/span>

In between the red \u2013 there are geraniums,<\/span>
Still there are geraniums \u2013 they feather red from<\/span>
The window boxes under your white elbows up above my heart.<\/span>
 <\/span>
In June, I spread the orange apricots at your feet, <\/span>
Roll them across your bosom; we name them<\/span>
The flirts of the sun.<\/span>
 <\/span>
You sing your lark folly heart to me and I bathe<\/span>
Warm in the luscious of you, brimming the bathtub<\/span>
Over me; wave after wave of your heat. <\/span>
 <\/span>
I break the wheat on your plate, move it into gold<\/span>
Through the arms of the plough, and shudder the sunset<\/span>
Over stones to where you are now.<\/span>



<\/font>* <\/span><\/font>Helen
\n Pletts<\/span> is a regular IS&T contributor. She was born in the UK
\nbut now lives in Prague in the Czech Republic, where she teaches
\ncreative writing. She is in the process of moving back to the UK, meanwhile her latest collection \u2013 For the chiding dove<\/span> \u2013 is available on Amazon.<\/font>

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My liver is sick with purple… Arshile Gorky In between the red \u2013 there are geraniums,Still there are geraniums \u2013 they feather red fromThe window boxes under your white elbows up above my heart. In June, I spread the orange apricots at your feet, Roll them across your bosom; we name themThe flirts of the sun. You sing […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/720","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=720"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/720\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}