Carolyn Kizer Poems
|1.||A Muse Of Water||11/24/2014|
|2.||A Poet's Household||1/3/2003|
|3.||A Song For Muriel||1/3/2003|
|6.||Amusing Our Daughters||1/10/2018|
|8.||Days Of 1986||1/3/2003|
|9.||Election Day, 1984||1/10/2018|
|12.||Food of Love||1/10/2018|
|13.||How It Passes||1/10/2018|
|15.||Lines to Accompany Flowers for Eve||1/10/2018|
|18.||On A Line From Valéry (The Gulf War)||1/20/2003|
|23.||Summer near the River||1/10/2018|
|24.||The Erotic Philosophers||1/10/2018|
|25.||The Great Blue Heron||6/12/2015|
|27.||The Ungrateful Garden||1/3/2003|
|29.||Through a Glass Eye, Lightly||1/10/2018|
|30.||What the Bones Know||1/10/2018|
|31.||Where I've Been All My Life||1/14/2016|
Comments about Carolyn Kizer
Arms and the girl I sing - O rare
arms that are braceleted and white and bare
arms that were lovely Helen's, in whose name
Greek slaughtered Trojan. Helen was to blame.
Scape-nanny call her; wars for turf
and profit don't sound glamorous enough.
Mythologize your women! None escape.
Europe was named from an act of bestial rape:
Eponymous girl on bull-back, he intent
on scattering sperm across a continent.
Old Zeus refused to take the rap.
It's not his name in big print on the map.
But let's go back to the beginning
when sinners ...
For more than thirty years we hadn't met.
I remembered the bright query of your face,
That single-minded look,intense and stern,
Yet most important -how could I forget?-
Was what your taught me inadvertantly
(tutored by books and parents, even more
By my own awe at what was yet to learn):
The finest intellect can be a bore.