Carolyn Forché

(28 April, 1950 - / Detroit, Michigan)

Carolyn Forché Poems

1. Ancapagari 5/20/2016
2. Elegy 1/13/2003
3. Kalaloch 5/20/2016
4. Poem For Maya 1/13/2003
5. Reunion 5/20/2016
6. Selective Service 5/20/2016
7. Sequestered Writing 3/21/2012
8. Skin Canoes 5/20/2016
9. Taking Off My Clothes 5/20/2016
10. The Colonel 1/13/2003
11. The Garden Shukkei-En 1/13/2003
12. The Ghost of Heaven 11/25/2015
13. The Memory of Elena 5/20/2016
14. The Morning Baking 1/13/2003
15. The Testimony Of Light 1/13/2003
16. The Visitor 1/13/2003
17. Travel Papers 5/20/2016

Comments about Carolyn Forché

  • Bob Mitchell (1/17/2014 2:35:00 PM)

    OMG! ! ! Talk about fun with Ferlinghetti, I just read The History of the Airplane. I really love that guy! RWM

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  • Bob Mitchell (1/17/2014 1:58:00 PM)

    Today, on a search for Maggie and Millie and Mollie and May by e.e.cummings I found these 500 poets with God knows how many poems? First stop, Omar Khayyam, never read The Rubaiyat before. Then, by random chance, I read all eight of the poems gathered here. They are on the dark side but bursting with meaning. Poem for Maya is my fave. Next I'm going for some Ferlinghetti and then who knows. I'm like a butterfly today... in search of a bit of sweetness and light. RWM

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (5/10/2012 11:57:00 AM)

    Having gone through your poems, I have understood that you are a real poet. I am a poet of Bangla language. I have 7 books of poetry here which have been popular. I have also a literary magazine named Bangla Literature. Can we exchange our views on poetry and become friends?
    e-mail: sayeed_jh@yahoo.com

  • Andrew Fincham (10/25/2006 5:14:00 AM)

    There is a fierce love which builds and binds these poems, such as comes from the heart of a natural poet sharing truths they have seen.

    This is what poetry is for.

Best Poem of Carolyn Forché

The Colonel

What you have heard is true. I was in his house.
His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. His
daughter filed her nails, his son went out for the
night. There were daily papers, pet dogs, a pistol
on the cushion beside him. The moon swung bare on
its black cord over the house. On the television
was a cop show. It was in English. Broken bottles
were embedded in the walls around the house to
scoop the kneecaps from a man's legs or cut his
hands to lace. On the windows there were gratings
like those in liquor stores. We had dinner, rack of
lamb, good...

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The Testimony Of Light

Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone.
--Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione Verbi

Outside everything visible and invisible a blazing maple.
Daybreak: a seam at the curve of the world. The trousered legs of the women
shimmered.
They held their arms in front of them like ghosts.

The coal bones of the house clinked in a kimono of smoke.

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