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 ...
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
From noise of scare-fires rest ye free, From murders Benedicite. From all mischances that may fright Your pleasing slumbers in ...
The mahogany table-top you smashed Had been the broad plank top Of my mother's heirloom sideboard- Mapped with the scars ...
Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through ...
It would never be Common -- more -- I said -- Difference -- had begun -- Many a bitterness -- ...
I think to Live -- may be a Bliss To those who dare to try -- Beyond my limit to ...
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth -- Widths out of the Sun -- And look -- and shudder, ...
The Soul has Bandaged moments -- When too appalled to stir -- She feels some ghastly Fright come up And ...
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony Toyed ...
If you were coming in the Fall, I'd brush the Summer by With half a smile, and half a spurn, ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
The moon comes up o'er the deeps of the woods, And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills, ...
Outside the sky is light with stars; There's a hollow roaring from the sea. And, alas! for the little almond ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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