Category: Fay Zwicky
Poems and Things By Fay Zwicky
Poems and Things By Fay Zwicky Yad Vashem, Jerusalem 1994 In the eleventh century Wei T’ai has told us how a poem concentrates upon the…
A Tale of the Great Smokies By Fay Zwicky
A Tale of the Great Smokies By Fay Zwicky and there she wept for Odysseus Turn from the word turn away, he said, schooled in…
The Poet Asks Forgiveness By Fay Zwicky
Dead to the world I have failed you Forgive me, traveller. Thirsty, I was no fountain Hungry, I was not bread Tired, I was no…
Letting Go By Fay Zwicky
Tell the truth of experience they say they also say you must let go learn to let go let your children go and they go…
Soup and Jelly By Fay Zwicky
“Feed Fred and sit with him and mind he doesn’t walk about. He falls. Tell him his ute is safe back home. Thinks someone’s pinched…
The Age of Aquarius By Fay Zwicky
She slumps in the disabled bay clutching a waffle-cotton gown around a spreading paunch, shambling breasts. Why not say ‘I’? For that’s who sits at…
The Witnesses By Fay Zwicky
The Witnesses By Fay Zwicky This morning, stirred beneath the agitation of rain came three white-collar magpies to my lawn. Jehovah’s Witness-like they knocked they…
