Two poems by Elise Cowen (1933-1962)

Source.

TEACHER--YOUR BODY MY KABBALAH...

Teacher--your body my Kabbalah

 Rahamim--Compassion
 Tiferete--Beauty

The aroma of Mr. Rochesters cigars
among the flowers
   Bursting through
   I am trying to choke you
   Delicate thought
   Posed
   Frankenstein of delicate grace
  posed by my fear
   And you
   Graciously
   Take me by the throat

The body hungers before the soul
   And after thrusts for its own memory

Why not afraid to hurt elig--
 couldn't hurt me except in wit, in funny
 I couldn't, wouldn't art in relation
 but with a rose or rather skunk cabbage

Just--Mere come I break through grey paper
 room
  Your
     Frankenstein
What is the word from  Deberoux Babtiste
the Funambule   I
Desnuelu (who's he?)  to choke you
Duhamel    and you
De brouille   Graciously
Deberaux   Take me by the throat
Decraux 
Barrault
Deberaux
Delicate
French logic
Black daisy chain of nuns
Nous sommes tous assasins
Keith's jumping old man in the waves
  methadrine
 morning dance of delicacy
 "I want you to pick me up
  when I fall down"
    I wouldn't and fell
     not even death
    I waited for 
     stinking
     with the room
     like cat shit
     would take me
Donald's first bed wherein this fantasy
 shame changing him to you
 And you talking of plum blossom scrolls
 and green automobiles
Shame making body thought
 a game
Cat's cradle & imaginary
    lattices of knowledge & Bach
 system
Fearing making guilt making shame
 making fantasy & logic & game &
 elegance of covering splendour
 emptying memory of the event
 covering splendour with mere elegance
 covering
 sneer between the angels
Wouldn't couldn't
Fear of the killer
   dwarf with the bag of tricks & colonels picture
To do my killing for me
God is hidden
 And not for picture postcards.

EMILY...

Emily white witch of Amherst
 The shy white witch of Amherst
 Killed her teachers
  With her love
 I'll rather mine entomb
  my mind
 Or best that soft grey dove.