Marilyn Hacker

(1942 / The Bronx, New York City, New York)

Marilyn Hacker Poems

1. Pantoum 6/25/2015
2. Against Elegies 5/23/2016
3. Headaches 5/23/2016
4. Crepuscule with Muriel 5/23/2016
5. Days of 1994: Alexandrians 5/23/2016
6. [Didn't Sappho say her guts clutched up like this?] 5/23/2016
7. Elegy for a Soldier 5/23/2016
8. Nights of 1964—1966: The Old Reliable 5/23/2016
9. from Paragraphs from a Day-Book (section 1 only) 5/23/2016
10. Paragraphs From A Day-Book 1/3/2003
11. For K. J., Leaving And Coming Back 1/3/2003
12. Year's End 1/3/2003
13. Scars On Paper 1/3/2003
14. The Boy 1/3/2003
15. Rune Of The Finland Woman 1/3/2003
16. Iva's Pantoum 1/20/2003
17. Desesperanto 1/3/2003
18. Nearly A Valediction 1/3/2003
19. Invocation 1/3/2003
20. Exiles 1/3/2003
21. Morning News 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Marilyn Hacker

Morning News

Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread
and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches,
repeats old news: arrogance, ignorance, war.
A cinder-block wall shared by two houses
is new rubble. On one side was a kitchen
sink and a cupboard, on the other was
a bed, a bookshelf, three framed photographs.

Glass is shattered across the photographs;
two half-circles of hardened pocket bread
sit on the cupboard. There provisionally was
shelter, a plastic truck under the branches
of a fig tree. A knife flashed in the kitchen,
merely dicing garlic. Engines...

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Her brown falcon perches above the sink
as steaming water forks over my hands.
Below the wrists they shrivel and turn pink.
I am in exile in my own land.

Her half-grown cats scuffle across the floor
trailing a slime of blood from where they fed.
I lock the door. They claw under the door.
I am an exile in my own bed.

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