"Our masks, always in peril of smearing or cracking,
In need of continuous check in the mirror or silverware,
Keep us in thrall to ourselves, concerned with our surfaces."
Carolyn Kizer (b. 1925), U.S. poet, educator. Pro Femina, Knock upon Silence (1963). |
"My mother—preferring the strange to the tame:
Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung,
Frog's belly distended with funny young,"
Carolyn Kizer (b. 1925), U.S. poet. The Intruder (l. 1-3). . .
Introduction to Poetry, An. X. J. Kennedy, ed. (6th ed., 1986) Little, Brown & Company. |
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