Kathryn Stripling Byer Biography

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
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I hoe thawed ground
with a vengeance. Winter has left
my house empty of dried beans
and meat. I am hungry
...

Without hands
a woman would stand at her mirror
looking back only,
not touching, for how could she?
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The only clouds
forming are crow clouds,

the only shade, oaks
...

Up here in the mountains
we know what extinct means. We've seen
how our breath on a bitter night
...