One year, I sent the poet Howard Nemerov a valentine. He'd been to read and conference at the graduate writing program where I was a student, and I liked him. I liked the way he thought, and he seemed to like my work.
Here's what he sent me back:
AN ACE OF HEARTS
My darling, all these sentiments and signs,
Of love, what difference posting through the town
The purple hearts, the bloody valentines,
If all are only asses upside down?
I wouldn't presume that he wrote this poem in response to my foolish flirtation, but the time frame is about right. The poem appears in the volume Sentences (University of Chicago Press, 1980).
A story about me and Howard Nemerov here.


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Oh, btw, Robin, you bring memories pouring back. In my good old days, Our Crowd included Gonzo (Hunter Thompson).. well, as much as he included himself in anything.
Just don't buy the house.
"So is he saying he likes my ass or he hates it?"
:)
I don't think it's dumbass at all. It's heart-ass. Totally different thing.