“No matter how brief an encounter you have
with anybody, you both change.” – Carolyn Kizer
I recently had the good fortune to
visit Pulitzer Prize winner Kizer birthplace in Washington. This wonderful poet would have been celebrating her 98th
birthday today. Kizer won the
Pulitzer for her 1984 poetry book Yin and was the first director of Literary Programs for the National Endowment for the
Arts. She also held
appointments as poet-in-residence or lecturer at many of the nation’s leading
universities in the 1970s and 1980s.
at age 17, but she said
the first real poem she remembers writing “was about the wheat fields between
Spokane and Pullman” when she was 14. Her first book of poems – The Ungrateful Garden – was published in 1961, two years after she
helped found Poetry Northwest in Spokane.
She served as its editor until her appointment to the NEA. In addition to the Pulitzer, she won the
Pushcart Prize 3 times and the Frost Medal for her body of work. She died in 2014. For Saturday’s Poem, here is Kizer’s,
A Poet’s Household
1
The stout poet tiptoes
On the lawn. Surprisingly limber
In the thick sweater
Like a middle-age burglar.
Is the young robin injured?
2
She bends to feed the geese
Revealing the neck’s white curve
Below her curled hair.
Her husband seems not to watch,
But she shimmers in his poem.
3
A hush is on the house,
The only noise, a fern,
Rustling in a vase.
On the porch, the fierce poet
Is chanting words to himself.
The stout poet tiptoes
On the lawn. Surprisingly limber
In the thick sweater
Like a middle-age burglar.
Is the young robin injured?
2
She bends to feed the geese
Revealing the neck’s white curve
Below her curled hair.
Her husband seems not to watch,
But she shimmers in his poem.
3
A hush is on the house,
The only noise, a fern,
Rustling in a vase.
On the porch, the fierce poet
Is chanting words to himself.
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