I am not lyric any more
I will not play the harp
for your pleasure
Going to be an old wrinkly lady
Going to be one of those frail rag people
Going to have withered hands and be
Puzzled to tears crossing the street
Now here is a typical children's story
that happens in gorgeous October
when the mothers are coming
The downward turning touch
the cry of time
fire falling without sound
plunge my hand in the wound
Alicia Suskin Ostriker (born November 11, 1937) is an American poet and scholar who writes Jewish feminist poetry.She was called "America's most fiercely honest poet," by Progressive.
Ostriker was born in Brooklyn, New York to David Suskin and Beatrice Linnick Suskin. Her father worked for New York City Parks Department. Her mother read her Shak ...