Kathryn Stripling Byer
Kathryn Stripling Byer Poems
- Diamonds This, he said, giving the hickory leaf to me. ...
- Wildwood Flower I hoe thawed ground with a vengeance. Winter...
- Vanity Without hands a woman would stand at her mirror ...
- I still can't get it right I don't know. I still can't get it...
- Mountain Time [excerpt] Up here in the mountains we know ...
- Coastal Plain The only clouds forming are crow ...
Kathryn Stripling Byer is the author of six books of poetry, including Descent (LSU Press, 2012) and Southern Fictions (Jacar Press, 2011). She has served as North Carolina's poet laureate. more »
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This, he said, giving the hickory leaf
to me. Because I am poor.
And he lifted my hand to his lips,
kissed the fingers that might have worn
gold rings if he had inherited
bottomland, not this
impossible rock where the eagles soared
after the long rains were over. He stood
in the wet grass, his open hands empty,
his pockets turned inside out.
Queen of the Meadow, he teased me
and bowed like a gentleman.
I licked the diamonds off the green
tongue of the leaf, wanting only
that he fill his hands with my hair.