"Einstein's Bathrobe" by Moss (p. 153 in The Vintage Book of Contemporary American Poetry)
"I wove myself of many delicious strands
Of violent islands and sugar balls of thread
so faintly green and small white check between
Balanced in the field's wide lawn, a plaid
Gathering in loose folds shaped around him"
"Sampson's Loin Cloth"
I wove myself of putrid animal strands
of greasy bones and flyaway tufts in stumps
so biblical and sexual. A small token of humor
balancing the flow of hair, and Delilah's intent
to trim and control gathering in the loose folds
and glistening shears around him.
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