summer has come to the mountains,
And yellow henbane blooms.
Clay walls weep, the door's ajar,
Khamsin blows through windows.
Last night, my heart in chains,
I made love to your old blue shirt
Smelling of onions,
Of sweet carnation and smoke.
Through your stone wall, did you hear me cry out?
*N.B. This poem is a reply to a poem by Ahmed Arif called "In
Susan Terris' book CURVED SPACE was published by the La Jolla
Poets Press in January, 1998. In 1999, she had two poetry books
published: EYE OF THE HOLOCAUST (Arctos Press) and ANGELS OF
BATAAN (Pudding House Publications). Other recent books are:
SUSAN TERRIS: GREATEST HITS (Pudding House Publications) and
NELL'S QUILT (Farrar, Straus & Giroux). In 2000, she won
1st prize in the Literal Latte Poetry Competition, 1st Prize
in The Florida Review Competition For Memoir (Prose Poem), and
was nominated for two Pushcart Awards. Visit her website at