Marilyn L. Taylor Poems (9 Poems)
Reading the Obituaries (Marilyn L. Taylor Poems)
Now the Barbaras have begun to die, trailing their older sisters to the grave, the Helens, Margies, Nans-who said goodbye just days ago, it seems, taking their leave a step or two behind the hooded girls who bloomed and withered … Continue reading
The Blue Water Buffalo (Marilyn L. Taylor Poems)
One in 250 Cambodians, or 40,000 people, have lost a limb to a landmine. -Newsfront, U.N. Development Programme Communications Office On both sides of the screaming highway, the world is made of emerald silk-sumptuous bolts of it, stitched by threads … Continue reading
The Geniuses Among Us (Marilyn L. Taylor Poems)
They take us by surprise, these tall perennials that jut like hollyhocks above the canopy of all the rest of us-bright testimonials to the scale of human possibility. They come to bloom for every generation, blazing with extraordinary notions from … Continue reading
For Lucy, Who Came First (Marilyn L. Taylor Poems)
She simply settled down in one piece right where she was, in the sand of a long-vanished lake edge or stream–and died. -Donald C. Johanson, paleoanthropologist When I put my hand up to my face I can trace her heavy … Continue reading
Subject to Change (Marilyn L. Taylor Poems)
A reflection on my students They are so beautiful, and so very young they seem almost to glitter with perfection, these creatures that I briefly move among. I never get to stay with them for long, but even so, I … Continue reading
Reverie, with Fries (Marilyn L. Taylor Poems)
Straight-spined girl-yes, you of the glinting earrings, amber skin and sinuous hair: what happened? you’ve no business lunching with sticky children here at McDonald’s. Are they yours? How old were you when you had them? You are far too dazzling … Continue reading
Again (Marilyn L. Taylor Poems)
The children are back, the children are back- They’ve come to take refuge, exhale and unpack; The marriage has faltered, the job has gone bad, Come open the door for them, Mother and Dad. The city apartment is leaky and … Continue reading
To the Mother of a Dead Marine (Marilyn L. Taylor Poems)
Your boy once touched me, yes. I knew you knew when your wet, reddened gaze drilled into me, groped through my clothes for signs, some residue of him-some lusciousness of mine that he had craved, that might have driven his … Continue reading
At the End (Marilyn L. Taylor Poems)
In another time, a linen winding sheet would already have been drawn about her, the funeral drums by now would have throbbed their dull tattoo into the shadows writhing behind the fire’s eye while a likeness of her narrow torso, … Continue reading
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