Connie Wanek

Connie Wanek Poems

Butter

Butter, like love,
seems common enough
...

In the democracy of daisies
every blossom has one vote.
The question on the ballot is
Does he love me?
...

Each picture is heartbreakingly banal,
a kitten and a ball of yarn,
a dog and bone.
The paper is cheap, easily torn.
...

I don't know if we're in the beginning
or in the final stage.
-- Tomas Tranströmer
...

There is menace
in its relentless course, round and round,
describing an ellipsoid,
an airy prison in which a young girl
...

Before you knew you owned it
it was gone, stolen, and you were a fool.
How you never felt it is the wonder,
heavy and thick,
...

She leaned over the sink

her weight on her toes

and applied lipstick

in quick certain strokes
...

The wind cooled as it crossed the open pond
and drove little waves toward us,
brisk, purposeful waves
that vanished at our feet, such energy
...

We used to play, long before we bought real houses.
A roll of the dice could send a girl to jail.
The money was pink, blue, gold as well as green,
and we could own a whole railroad
...

Mittens are drying on the radiator,
boots nearby, one on its side.
Like some monstrous segmented insect
the radiator elongates under the window.
...

A flower needs to be this size
to conceal the winter window,
and this color, the red
of a Fiat with the top down,
...

Connie Wanek Biography

Connie Wanek is an American poet. Life She was born in Madison, Wisconsin, and grew up in Las Cruces, New Mexico. In 1989 she moved with her family to Duluth, Minnesota where she now lives. Her work appeared in Poetry, The Atlantic Monthly, The Virginia Quarterly Review, Quarterly West, Poetry East, Prairie Schooner and Missouri Review. She has published three books of poetry, and served as co-editor of the comprehensive historical anthology of Minnesota women poets, called To Sing Along the Way (New Rivers Press, 2006). Ted Kooser, Poet Laureate of the United States (2004–2006), named her a Witter Bynner Fellow of the Library of Congress for 2006. Awards Willow Poetry Prize Jane Kenyon Poetry Prize. 2006 Witter Bynner Fellowship of the Library of Congress by United States Poet Laureate Ted Kooser. 2009 George Morrison Artist of the Year)

The Best Poem Of Connie Wanek

Butter.

Butter

Butter, like love,
seems common enough
yet has so many imitators.
I held a brick of it, heavy and cool,
and glimpsed what seemed like skin
beneath a corner of its wrap;
the decolletage revealed
a most attractive fat!

And most refined.
Not milk, not cream,
not even creme de la creme.
It was a delicacy which assured me
that bliss follows agitation,
that even pasture daisies
through the alchemy of four stomachs
may grace a king's table.

We have a yellow bowl near the toaster
where summer's butter grows
soft and sentimental.
We love it better for its weeping,
its nostalgia for buckets and churns
and deep stone wells,
for the press of a wooden butter mold
shaped like a swollen heart.

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Tom Lavin 17 May 2018

What is the poem After Us really about?

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