Alicia Suskin Ostriker

(1937 / Brooklyn, New York City, New York)

Alicia Suskin Ostriker Poems

1. April 10/10/2016
2. August Morning, Upper Broadway 10/10/2016
3. Birdcall 5/20/2015
4. Boil 10/10/2016
5. Daffodils 10/10/2016
6. Dark Matter and Dark Energy 10/10/2016
7. Exile 12/17/2014
8. Ghazal: America the Beautiful 10/10/2016
9. In Every Life 10/10/2016
10. Insomnia 10/10/2016
11. Laundry 10/10/2016
12. Matisse, Too 10/10/2016
13. Nude Descending 10/10/2016
14. Psalm 1/20/2003
15. Saturday Night 10/10/2016
16. Soften and Melt 10/10/2016
17. Song 10/10/2016
18. Sonnet. To Tell the Truth 10/10/2016
19. The Blessing of the Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog 10/10/2016
20. The Dogs at Live Oak Beach, Santa Cruz 5/27/2015
21. The History of America 10/10/2016
22. The Leaf Pile 1/7/2015
23. The Wind That Blows Through Me 10/10/2016
24. The Window, at the Moment of Flame 10/10/2016
25. Three Men Walking, Three Brown Silhouettes 10/10/2016
26. Utopian 10/10/2016
27. Wrinkly Lady Dancer 1/20/2003
28. Years 10/10/2016

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Best Poem of Alicia Suskin Ostriker

Wrinkly Lady Dancer

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

Hobble cautiously onto buses
Like a withery fruit
And quite silently sitting in this lurching bus
The avenues coming by

Some other passengers gaze at me
Clutching my cane and my newspaper
Seemingly protectively, but I will really be thinking about
The afternoon I danced naked with you
The afternoon I danced naked with you
The afternoon! I danced! Naked with you!

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Psalm

I am not lyric any more
I will not play the harp
for your pleasure

I will not make a joyful
noise to you, neither
will I lament

for I know you drink

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