Elizabeth Alexander

(May 30, 1962 / Westfield, New Jersey)

Elizabeth Alexander Poems

1. Race 7/31/2015
2. Apollo 5/21/2016
3. Ars Poetica #100: I Believe 5/21/2016
4. At the Beach 5/21/2016
5. Boston Year 5/21/2016
6. Crash 5/21/2016
7. The Dirt-Eaters 5/21/2016
8. Early Cinema 5/21/2016
9. Equinox 5/21/2016
10. "The female seer will burn upon this pyre" 5/21/2016
11. Minnesota Fats Describes His Youth 5/21/2016
12. Narrative: Ali 5/21/2016
13. Preliminary Sketches: Philadelphia 5/21/2016
14. Robeson at Rutgers 5/21/2016
15. Stravinsky in L.A. 5/21/2016
16. The Venus Hottentot 5/21/2016
17. Vernal Observations 1/2/2003
18. Ladders 2/26/2014
19. Autumn Passage 2/26/2014
20. Haircut 1/20/2003
21. Praise Song For The Day 2/26/2014
22. Blues 1/20/2003
23. Butter 12/16/2014

Comments about Elizabeth Alexander

  • Brooklyn Parker (7/10/2018 10:01:00 AM)

    Whoever made this website forgot to add Tending to the list of poems.

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  • Sandra Dunn (6/6/2016 10:12:00 AM)

    I saw you on Democracy Now. I love your poem honoring Mohammad Ali.

Best Poem of Elizabeth Alexander

Butter

My mother loves butter more than I do,
more than anyone. She pulls chunks off
the stick and eats it plain, explaining
cream spun around into butter! Growing up
we ate turkey cutlets sauteed in lemon
and butter, butter and cheese on green noodles,
butter melting in small pools in the hearts
of Yorkshire puddings, butter better
than gravy staining white rice yellow,
butter glazing corn in slipping squares,
butter the lava in white volcanoes
of hominy grits, butter softening
in a white bowl to be creamed with white
sugar, butter disappearing into
whipped ...

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Praise Song For The Day

Each day we go about our business,
walking past each other, catching each other's
eyes or not, about to speak or speaking.
All about us is noise. All about us is
noise and bramble, thorn and din, each
one of our ancestors on our tongues.
Someone is stitching up a hem, darning
a hole in a uniform, patching a tire,
repairing the things in need of repair.

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