Sandra Cisneros Poems
- Cloud Before you became a cloud, you were an ocean, roiled ...
- One Last Poem For Richard December 24th and we're through ...
- Black Lace Bra Kind of Woman Wachale! She's a black lace ...
- My Wicked Wicked Ways This is my father. See? He is ...
- Good Hotdogs Fifty cents apiece To eat our lunch We'd run
- Bay Poem from Berkeley Mornings I still reach for you ...
- Loose Woman They say I'm a beast. And feast on it. When all ...
Sandra Cisneros (born December 20, 1954) is an American writer best known for her acclaimed first novel The House on Mango Street (1984) and her subsequent short story collection Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories (1991). Her work experiments with literary forms and investigates emerging subject positions, which Cisneros herself attributes to growing up in a context of cultural hybridity and economic inequality that endowed her with unique stories to tell. She is the recipient of numerous awards including a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, and is regarded as a key figure in Chicana literature.
Cisneros's early life provided many experiences she would later draw on as a ... more »
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"If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud
floating in this sheet of paper."—Thich Nhat Hanh
Before you became a cloud, you were an ocean, roiled and
murmuring like a mouth. You were the shadow of a cloud
crossing over a field of tulips. You were the tears of a
man who cried into a plaid handkerchief. You were a sky
without a hat. Your heart puffed and flowered like sheets
drying on a line.
And when you were a tree, you listened to trees and the tree
things trees told you. You were the wind in the wheels of a
red bicycle. You ...