Author: 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 […]

For Ann London As you described your mastectomy in calm detail And bared your chest so I might see The […]

The whole green sky is dying. The last tree flares With a great burst of supernatural rose Under a canopy […]

Midas watched the golden crust That formed over his steaming sores, Hugged his agues, loved his lust, But damned to […]

Arms and the girl I sing – O rare Arms that are braceleted and white and bare Arms that were […]

for Maxine Kumin Where did these enormous children come from, More ladylike than we have ever been? Some of ours […]

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

When from his cave, young Mao in his youthful mind A work to renew old China first designed, Then he […]

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

Tout le ciel vert se meurt Le dernier arbre brûle. The whole green sky is dying. The last tree flares […]

1 The stout poet tiptoes On the lawn. Surprisingly limber In his thick sweater Like a middle-age burglar. Is the […]

No-one explains me because There is nothing to explain. It’s all right here Very clear. O for my reputations sake […]

For more than thirty years we hadn’t met. I remembered the bright query of your face, That single-minded look, intense […]