Days of 1986
He was believed by his peers to be an important poet, But his erotic obsession, condemned and strictly forbidden, Compromised […]
Author: Carolyn Kizer
On a Line From Valery (Gulf War)
Tout le ciel vert se meurt Le dernier arbre brûle. The whole green sky is dying. The last tree flares […]
Poet’s Household
1 The stout poet tiptoes On the lawn. Surprisingly limber In his thick sweater Like a middle-age burglar. Is the […]
A Song for Muriel
No-one explains me because There is nothing to explain. It’s all right here Very clear. O for my reputations sake […]
Reunion
For more than thirty years we hadn’t met. I remembered the bright query of your face, That single-minded look, intense […]