Author: Carolyn Kizer

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 […]