PICKING WILD RASPBERRIES
The imaginary love poems of American writer Gertrude Stein about her life in Paris and her devotion to Alice B. Toklas.



I hold up to your lips
these brown apples
these russet apples of late fall
I hold up to your lips
these soft hands kept white
by the work of your own
I hold up to your lips
this day and how it starts
with you wakening first
to watch me wake.
I hold up to your lips
all our secrets not only
how we are such ladies
but also how we are not
I hold up to your lips
your silk things so many so smooth
and also my rough clothes my rough
laughing self
I hold up to your lips
our America far away and perfect
I hold up to your lips
the America between my thighs
that is our kingdom Alice isn't it?
It'll be a long time before anybody
talks about that
but I hold it up to your lips
now.


To Alice
This book is available from the author:
roseaube@istar.ca