Carolyn Kizer Poems
|1.||The Great Blue Heron||6/12/2015|
|3.||Where I've Been All My Life||1/14/2016|
|4.||Amusing Our Daughters||1/10/2018|
|5.||The Erotic Philosophers||1/10/2018|
|7.||Food of Love||1/10/2018|
|8.||Lines to Accompany Flowers for Eve||1/10/2018|
|11.||Summer near the River||1/10/2018|
|12.||Through a Glass Eye, Lightly||1/10/2018|
|13.||What the Bones Know||1/10/2018|
|16.||How It Passes||1/10/2018|
|18.||Election Day, 1984||1/10/2018|
|20.||A Muse Of Water||11/24/2014|
|22.||Days Of 1986||1/3/2003|
|23.||A Song For Muriel||1/3/2003|
|25.||The Ungrateful Garden||1/3/2003|
|27.||On A Line From Valéry (The Gulf War)||1/20/2003|
|30.||A Poet's Household||1/3/2003|
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.