Anne Carson Poems
- Apostle Town After your death. It was windy every day. ...
- Book of Isaiah, Part I Isaiah awoke angry. Lapping at ...
- Bride Town Hanging on the daylight black. As an overcoat ...
- Town of Spring Once Again 'Spring is always like what it used...
- Town of the Sound of a Twig Br... Their faces I thought ...
- Love Town She ran in. Wet corn. Yellow braid. Down her ...
- Thunderstorm Stack A bird flashed by as if mistaken then ...
Anne Carson (born June 21, 1950) is a Canadian poet, essayist, translator and professor of Classics. Carson lived in Montreal for several years and taught at McGill University, the University of Michigan, and at Princeton University from 1980-1987. She was a 1998 Guggenheim Fellow. and in 2000 she was awarded a MacArthur Fellowship. She has also won a Lannan Literary Award.
In high school, a Latin instructor introduced Carson to the world and language of Ancient Greece and tutored her privately. Enrolling at St. Michael's College at the University of Toronto, she left twice—at the end of her first and second years. Carson, disconcerted by curricular constraints (particularly by a ... more »
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After your death.
It was windy every day.
Opposed us like a wall.
Shouting sideways at one another.
Along the road.
It was useless.
The spaces between us.
They are empty spaces.
And yet they are solid.
And black and grievous.
As gaps between the teeth.
Of an old woman.
You knew years ago.
When she was.
Beautiful the nerves pouring around in her like palace fire.