I’m reading Anne Sexton’s Complete Poems and I come across this charmingly irreverent praise for the erect penis:
“It is complete within seconds, that monument.
The blood runs underground yet brings forth a tower.
A multitude should gather for such an edifice.
For a miracle one stands in line and throws confetti.
Surely The Press is here looking for headlines.
Surely someone should carry a banner on the sidewalk.
If a bridge is constructed doesn’t the mayor cut a ribbon?
If a phenomenon arrives shouldn’t the Magi come bearing gifts?”
source: “That Day”, which also appeared in Sexton’s Love Poems