Carolyn Kizer Poems
- Fearful Women Arms and the girl I sing - O rare arms that ...
- The Intruder My mother-- preferring the strange to the ...
- Reunion For more than thirty years we hadn't met. I ...
- A Poet's Household 1 The stout poet tiptoes On the lawn. ...
- On A Line From Valéry (The Gul... The whole green sky is ...
- Parent's Pantoum for Maxine Kumin Where did these ...
- The Ungrateful Garden Midas watched the golden crust That ...
Carolyn Ashley Kizer is a Pulitzer Prize-winning American poet of the Pacific Northwest whose works reflect her feminism.
"Kizer reaches into mythology in poems like “Semele Recycled”; into politics, into feminism, especially in her series of poems called “Pro Femina”; into science, the natural world, music, and translations and commentaries on Japanese and Chinese literatures," according to an article on Kizer at the Center for the Study of the Pacific Northwest Web site.
Kizer was born in Spokane, Washington, the daughter of a socially prominent Spokane couple,
Her father, Benjamin Hamilton Kizer, was 45 when she was born. Her mother, Mabel Ashley... more »
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Arms and the girl I sing - O rare
arms that are braceleted and white and bare
arms that were lovely Helen's, in whose name
Greek slaughtered Trojan. Helen was to blame.
Scape-nanny call her; wars for turf
and profit don't sound glamorous enough.
Mythologize your women! None escape.
Europe was named from an act of bestial rape:
Eponymous girl on bull-back, he intent
on scattering sperm across a continent.
Old Zeus refused to take the rap.
It's not his name in big print on the map.
But let's go back to the beginning
when sinners ...