Marilyn Hacker

(1942 / The Bronx, New York City, New York)

Marilyn Hacker Poems

1. Pantoum 6/25/2015
2. Against Elegies 5/23/2016
3. Headaches 5/23/2016
4. Crepuscule with Muriel 5/23/2016
5. Days of 1994: Alexandrians 5/23/2016
6. [Didn't Sappho say her guts clutched up like this?] 5/23/2016
7. Elegy for a Soldier 5/23/2016
8. Nights of 1964—1966: The Old Reliable 5/23/2016
9. from Paragraphs from a Day-Book (section 1 only) 5/23/2016
10. Paragraphs From A Day-Book 1/3/2003
11. For K. J., Leaving And Coming Back 1/3/2003
12. Year's End 1/3/2003
13. Scars On Paper 1/3/2003
14. The Boy 1/3/2003
15. Rune Of The Finland Woman 1/3/2003
16. Iva's Pantoum 1/20/2003
17. Desesperanto 1/3/2003
18. Nearly A Valediction 1/3/2003
19. Invocation 1/3/2003
20. Morning News 1/20/2003
21. Exiles 1/3/2003
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Exiles

Her brown falcon perches above the sink
as steaming water forks over my hands.
Below the wrists they shrivel and turn pink.
I am in exile in my own land.

Her half-grown cats scuffle across the floor
trailing a slime of blood from where they fed.
I lock the door. They claw under the door.
I am an exile in my own bed.

Her spotted mongrel, bristling with red mange,
sleeps on the threshold of the Third Street bar
where I drink brandy as the couples change.
I am in exile where my neighbors are.

On the pavement, cans of ashes burn.
Her green lizard ...

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Exiles

Her brown falcon perches above the sink
as steaming water forks over my hands.
Below the wrists they shrivel and turn pink.
I am in exile in my own land.

Her half-grown cats scuffle across the floor
trailing a slime of blood from where they fed.
I lock the door. They claw under the door.
I am an exile in my own bed.

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