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. Invocation 1/3/2003
12. Morning News 1/20/2003
13. Desesperanto 1/3/2003
14. Scars On Paper 1/3/2003
15. Exiles 1/3/2003
16. Year's End 1/3/2003
17. For K. J., Leaving And Coming Back 1/3/2003
18. The Boy 1/3/2003
19. Rune Of The Finland Woman 1/3/2003
20. Nearly A Valediction 1/3/2003
21. Iva's Pantoum 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Marilyn Hacker

Iva's Pantoum

We pace each other for a long time.
I packed my anger with the beef jerky.
You are the baby on the mountain. I am
in a cold stream where I led you.

I packed my anger with the beef jerky.
You are the woman sticking her tongue out
in a cold stream where I led you.
You are the woman with spring water palms.

You are the woman sticking her tongue out.
I am the woman who matches sounds.
You are the woman with spring water palms.
I am the woman who copies.

You are the woman who matches sounds.
You are the woman who makes up words.
You are the ...

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The Boy

It is the boy in me who's looking out
the window, while someone across the street
mends a pillowcase, clouds shift, the gutter spout
pours rain, someone else lights a cigarette?

(Because he flinched, because he didn't whirl
around, face them, because he didn't hurl
the challenge back—"Fascists?"—not "Faggots"—Swine!
he briefly wonders—if he were a girl . . .)

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