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. Praise Song For The Day 2/26/2014
19. Autumn Passage 2/26/2014
20. Butter 12/16/2014
21. Haircut 1/20/2003
22. Vernal Observations 1/2/2003
23. Blues 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Elizabeth Alexander

Blues

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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Praise Song For The Day

Each day we go about our business,
walking past each other, catching each other's
eyes or not, about to speak or speaking.
All about us is noise. All about us is
noise and bramble, thorn and din, each
one of our ancestors on our tongues.
Someone is stitching up a hem, darning
a hole in a uniform, patching a tire,
repairing the things in need of repair.

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