Catherine Barnett Poems
- Chorus So who mothers the mothers who tend the hallways of ...
- Providence This evening I shared a cab with a priest who ...
- Sojourn My son took a picture of me jumping the cemetery ...
- The August Preoccupations So this morning I made a list of...
- O Esperanza! Turns out my inner clown is full of hope. She ...
- Epistemology Mostly I'd like to feel a little less, know a ...
- Family Reunion My father scolded us all for refusing his ...
Catherine Barnett is an American poet and educator. She is the author of The Game of Boxes (Graywolf Press, 2012) and Into Perfect Spheres Such Holes Are Pierced (Alice James Books, 2004), winner of the Beatrice Hawley Award. Her honors include a Whiting Writer's Award and a Guggenheim Fellowship. She has published widely in journals and magazines including The American Poetry Review, Barrow ... more »
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So who mothers the mothers
who tend the hallways of mothers,
the spill of mothers, the smell of mothers,
who mend the eyes of mothers,
the lies of mothers scared
to turn on lights in basements
filled with mothers called by mothers in the dark,
the kin of mothers, the gin of mothers,
mothers out on bail,
who mothers the hail-mary mothers
asleep in their stockings
while the crows sing heigh ho carrion crow,
fol de riddle, lol de riddle,
carry on, carry on—