Elizabeth Alexander

(May 30, 1962 / Westfield, New Jersey)

Elizabeth Alexander Poems

1. Race 7/31/2015
2. Apollo 5/21/2016
3. Ars Poetica #100: I Believe 5/21/2016
4. At the Beach 5/21/2016
5. Boston Year 5/21/2016
6. Crash 5/21/2016
7. The Dirt-Eaters 5/21/2016
8. Early Cinema 5/21/2016
9. Equinox 5/21/2016
10. "The female seer will burn upon this pyre" 5/21/2016
11. Minnesota Fats Describes His Youth 5/21/2016
12. Narrative: Ali 5/21/2016
13. Preliminary Sketches: Philadelphia 5/21/2016
14. Robeson at Rutgers 5/21/2016
15. Stravinsky in L.A. 5/21/2016
16. The Venus Hottentot 5/21/2016
17. Ladders 2/26/2014
18. Autumn Passage 2/26/2014
19. Praise Song For The Day 2/26/2014
20. Butter 12/16/2014
21. Vernal Observations 1/2/2003
22. Haircut 1/20/2003
23. Blues 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Elizabeth Alexander


I am lazy, the laziest
girl in the world. I sleep during
the day when I want to, 'til
my face is creased and swollen,
'til my lips are dry and hot. I
eat as I please: cookies and milk
after lunch, butter and sour cream
on my baked potato, foods that
slothful people eat, that turn
yellow and opaque beneath the skin.
Sometimes come dinnertime Sunday
I am still in my nightgown, the one
with the lace trim listing because
I have not mended it. Many days
I do not exercise, only
consider it, then rub my curdy
belly and lie down. Even
my poems are ...

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I get off the IRT in front of the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture after riding an early
Amtrak from Philly to get a hair cut at what used to be the Harlem "Y" barbershop. It gets me in at ten to
ten. Waiting, I eat fish cakes at the Pam Pam and listen to the ladies call out orders: bacon-biscuit twice,
scrambled scrambled fried, over easy, grits, country sausage on the side. Hugh is late. He shampoos me,
says "I can't remember, Girlfriend, are you tender-hea

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