Posted on April 29, 2011 at 5:31am 5 Comments 1 Like
Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950) is the poet all of us used to read when we were teenagers, the way a later generation of young women were thrilled by Sylvia Plath.
The outspoken, unconventionally feminist and probably bisexual Millay was the most popular poet in America, the epitome of the…
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And now for something completely different, you have to read Daisy Fried (1967--).
Daisy is smart, and funny, self-mocking in the nicest way, and in love with the messiness of life.
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This is my favorite poem by the great nature poet Mary Oliver (1935--).
Oliver’s poetry always is able to find bliss in solitude because she has such a keen eye for the life—and also the mortality—of the nonhuman world around her.
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ContinuePosted on April 28, 2011 at 10:00am 5 Comments 1 Like
Anne Sexton (1928-1974) is typically remembered as a “confessional poet” who wrote about depression and the impulse toward suicide.
Yet she was also exuberantly life-loving. This poem is inspirational for me because of the way it celebrates the female body and the way its joy spills over into a sense that all women share, in some mysterious way, in any woman’s luck—that we…
ContinuePosted on April 27, 2011 at 10:00am 7 Comments 8 Likes
Here’s a poem by the wonderful poet Lucille Clifton (1935-2010) that never fails to make me smile.
The woman’s hips are free, and so is she. Forget about what a woman’s body is supposed to look like. Forget about diets and Vogue.
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