Paul Zimmer (born 1934 Canton, Ohio) is an American poet, and editor.
He flunked out of college, and worked in a steel mill. From 1954 to 1955 Zimmer served in the United States Army as a journalist. The Ribs of Death, his first book, was published in 1968. He received a Bachelor of Arts and Science degree from Kent State University in 1968.
He has directed the university presses at Georgia, Iowa, and Pittsburgh, and helped found the Pitt Poetry Series. His papers are held at Kent State.
I have a wide, friendly face
Like theirs, yet I can't hang
My nose like a fractured arm
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In southern France live two old horses,
High in the foothills, not even French,
But English, retired steeplechasers
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I want to become a great night bird
Called The Zimmer, grow intricate gears
And tendons, brace my wings on updrafts,
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Amongst dogs are listeners and singers.
My big dog sang with me so purely,
puckering her ruffled lips into an O,
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Once a week
The burnt girl came peddling to our house,
Touching her sweet rolls with raisin fingers,
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