American Beauty – Carolyn Kizer

For Ann London As you described your mastectomy in calm detail and bared your chest so I might see the puckered scar, “They took a…

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Cultural Evolution – Carolyn Kizer

When from his cave, young Mao in his youthful mind A work to renew old China first designed, Then he alone interpreted the law, and…

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Days of 1986 – Carolyn Kizer

He was believed by his peers to be an important poet, But his erotic obsession, condemned and strictly forbidden, Compromised his standing, and led to…

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Fearful Women – Carolyn Kizer

Arms and the girl I sing – O rare arms that are braceleted and white and bare arms that were lovely Helen’s, in whose name…

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Mud Soup – Carolyn Kizer

1. Had the ham bone, had the lentils, Got to meat store for the salt pork, Got to grocery for the celery. Had the onions,…

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On a Line From Valery (Gulf War) – Carolyn Kizer

Tout le ciel vert se meurt Le dernier arbre brûle. The whole green sky is dying. The last tree flares With a great burst of…

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On a Line from Valéry (The Gulf War) – Carolyn Kizer

The whole green sky is dying.The last tree flares With a great burst of supernatural rose Under a canopy of poisonous airs. Could we imagine…

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Parent’s Pantoum – Carolyn Kizer

for Maxine Kumin Where did these enormous children come from, More ladylike than we have ever been? Some of ours look older than we feel….

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Poet’s Household – Carolyn Kizer

1 The stout poet tiptoes On the lawn. Surprisingly limber In his thick sweater Like a middle-age burglar. Is the young robin injured? 2 She…

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Reunion – Carolyn Kizer

For more than thirty years we hadn’t met. I remembered the bright query of your face, That single-minded look,intense and stern, Yet most important -how…

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The Intruder – Carolyn Kizer

My mother– preferring the strange to the tame: Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung, Frog’s belly distended with finny young, Leaf-mould wilderness, hare-bell, toadstool, Odd, small…

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The Ungrateful Garden – Carolyn Kizer

Midas watched the golden crust That formed over his steaming sores, Hugged his agues, loved his lust, But damned to hell the out-of-doors Where blazing…

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A Song for Muriel – Carolyn Kizer

No-one explains me because There is nothing to explain. It’s all right here Very clear. O for my reputations sake To be difficult and opaque!…

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