Gary Soto

(1952 / Fresno, California)

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Gary Anthony Soto (born April 12, 1952) is an American author and poet.
Soto was born to Mexican-American parents Manuel (1910–1957) and Angie Soto (1924-). In his youth, he worked in the fields of the San Joaquin Valley. Soto's father died in 1957, when he was five years old. As his family had to struggle to find work, he had little time or encouragement in his studies, hence, he was not a good student. Soto notes that in spite of his early academic record, while at high school he found an interest in poetry through writers such as Ernest Hemingway, John Steinbeck, Jules Verne, Robert Frost and Thornton Wilder.
Soto attended Fresno City College and California State University, ... more »

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  • Stephen Fowler (5/22/2018 1:42:00 PM)

    Didn't you write one called oranges and another called baseball in april

  • Pheobe Fentress (5/17/2018 8:52:00 AM)

    Me and my friends Kaley and Kaydense made up a name Gary Soto who was our friend. One day we looked up Gary Soto to see if anything came up. We found you and started reading all your writing. It was great. You write with passion and I Love your poems.

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  • Francis M. Govern (5/8/2018 3:22:00 PM)

    Fresno sounds like a bad place to be. I'll never go there. Oh, and Spiderman dies in Infinity War

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  • Braden (4/25/2018 2:54:00 PM)

    yo dudes gary soto is a BEAST

  • Leyla CTK (3/29/2018 10:51:00 AM)

    I love Ode to Mi Gato

  • Jane Roberts (3/28/2018 5:39:00 PM)

    Didn't you write a story called You Decide?

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Best Poem of Gary Soto

A Red Palm

You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.

That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair
In an abandoned school of dry spiders.
Dust settles on your forehead, dirt
Smiles under each fingernail.
You chop, step, and by the end of the first row,
You can buy one splendid ...

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