Marjorie DeBol DeFazio
Biography of Marjorie DeBol DeFazio
Marjorie DeBol DeFazio has written and directed for TV, radio and the stage. Her work includes A Small Corner, Barren Spring, When Women Got the Vote, His name is Adam, and with Patricia Horan, Revolution to Revolution, and “…What Time of Night it is”.
With Anne Brady, she compiled and edited Raising Our Voices, Women Up Through the Ages, a selection of poetry about women, by women, from Sappho to our present day poets. Her own poetry has been published in journals, collections, magazines and a book of her poetry, A Quiet Noise.
For more than a decade, she was a theatre critic in New York.
Along with the above, Marjorie married, bore and raised two sons, worked at Young & Rubicam, Amro Research, and the New York State Department of Labor.
Now retired, she lives in rural upstate New York in a house she designed and built. She maintained, for her church, the Internet home page she designed, has served on an arts grant review panel for two years and works with several community organizations. She continues to write poetry, hike, canoe, go camping and play outside in all of the seasons.
Marjorie DeBol DeFazio's Works:
A Quiet Noise
Marjorie DeBol DeFazio Poems
J-Love In Our Ages Love In Stages
In the first month Love was tentative Love was laughter Love was ecstasy
In The Eighth Decade*
*Birth to 10 is the first decade Whiskers are growing from my chin My hair is receding, growing thin
A Casualty Of War
Almost swallowed by the mountain Pieces darkened by so many snows Disappear into the brush tangle Old boards, rusted metal, debris
Morning waked to frosty fields Coltsfoot faces Smiled at me From the edges of my road
Just after noon of the day before Easter Snow flurries start again Birds flock to the feeders to prepare Downey and Hairy Woodpeckers work at the suet
How Can I Feel So Lost
I am not in a foxhole With bullets flying over With bombs tearing the earth I am not trudging
On The Home Front
All quiet here on the home front This morning of Christmas,2001 Skitch Henderson leads The New York Pops
The 4th Of July
I walked out to see the world on the Forth of July A sleek black bird with bright, round, yellow eyes Marched outside my front window
J-Companion, Partner, Lover
The explosion of joy The implosion of sadness The wonder of pleasure The ordinary talk
Winter In The Fall
Five inches of cold, white, snow Confront my door Where is my shovel
I visit your house You visit mine There is comfort, awkwardness There is tenderness, ecstasy
Frost covers everything The sun sent red streaks across the sky Warning weather changes
Not Yet Spring
The snow along the edges of the road is no longer white No buds or new grasses surprise our eyes Birds are desperate for food The suet and the seeds need to be replenished daily
Her aged, aching body lies in pain. Unable to do the wondrous things She did through her seventies
In The Eighth Decade*
*Birth to 10 is the first decade
Whiskers are growing from my chin
My hair is receding, growing thin
I thought these were the province of men
Equality is marching much too far
I expected laugh and frown lines
Would turn to wrinkles