Marilyn Hacker Poems (12 Poems)
Rune of the Finland Woman (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
For Sára Karig “You are so wise,” the reindeer said, “you can bind the winds of the world in a single strand.”-H. C. Andersen, “The Snow Queen” She could bind the world’s winds in a single strand. She could find … Continue reading
Scars on Paper (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them’s the shadow of a breast with a lost object’s half-life, with as much life as an anecdotal photograph: me, Kim … Continue reading
The Boy (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
It is the boy in me who’s looking out the window, while someone across the street mends a pillowcase, clouds shift, the gutter spout pours rain, someone else lights a cigarette? (Because he flinched, because he didn’t whirl around, face … Continue reading
Year’s End (Marilyn Hacker Poems)
for Audre Lorde and Sonny Wainwright Twice in my quickly disappearing forties someone called while someone I loved and I were making love to tell me another woman had died of cancer. Seven years apart, and two different lovers: underneath … Continue reading
Invocation (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
This is for Elsa, also known as Liz, an ample-bosomed gospel singer: five discrete malignancies in one full breast. This is for auburn Jacqueline, who is celebrating fifty years alive, one since she finished chemotherapy. with fireworks on the fifteenth … Continue reading
Iva’s Pantoum (Marilyn Hacker Poems)
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby on the mountain. I am in a cold stream where I led you. I packed my anger with the beef … Continue reading
Morning News (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old news: arrogance, ignorance, war. A cinder-block wall shared by two houses is new rubble. On one side was a kitchen … Continue reading
Nearly A Valediction (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
You happened to me. I was happened to like an abandoned building by a bull- dozer, like the van that missed my skull happened a two-inch gash across my chin. You were as deep down as I’ve ever been. You … Continue reading
Paragraphs from a Day-Book (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north from Provence to the banks of the Yonne (they grow napoléons in Washington State now). Before that, garriguettes, from Périgord, … Continue reading
Desesperanto (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
After Joseph Roth Parce que c’était lui; parce que c’était moi. Montaigne, De L’amitië The dream’s forfeit was a night in jail and now the slant light is crepuscular. Papers or not, you are a foreigner whose name is always … Continue reading
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