Apr
19
Poetry Meme
I’ve been tagged by Sherry Chandler to list poetry collections I recommend. I’m not nearly as literate in the genre as she is, but here goes.
My top 10:
- Dance of the Black-Eyed Girl – Sherry Chandler
- Colors Passing Through Us – Marge Piercy
- Early Grrl – Marge Piercy
- The Moon Is Always Female – Marge Piercy
- The Crooked Inheritance – Marge Piercy
- The Complete Works of ee cummings
- Tell Me – Kim Addonizio
- Sonnets From the Portuguese – Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- Selected Poems – Rita Dove
- Poems for the Man Who Weighs Light – Mary (Ernie) O’Dell
These are just the ones I found on the shelf in front of me. Obviously, I’m a big Marge Piercy fan.
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mmmm I love Marge Piercy Burrow(Quote)
Not very relevant, but: The Red Wheelbarrow, by William Carlos Williams=Best poem ever. It’s got chickens. And he doesn’t make stuff up. :D M-dog(Quote)
I actually got to see her read in Oregon last year, Burrow. She’s amazing.
Sherry agrees with you on Williams, Mere, but she didn’t mention Red Wheelbarrow. :) Terry(Quote)
Thank you, Terry. You’ve listed me with some greats and I am made humble. I am not surprised to find the Piercy on your list but I haven’t read much of Addonizo. Some one to place on my list.
I do love “The Red Wheelbarrow.” I can remember the first time I read it — that would have been in freshman comp at Georgetown College in Georgetown, Kentucky. It was in my textbook and I remember the great delight I felt to read it and realize that somehow poetry didn’t have to be always sonorous and heavy. I love it still. Bluegrass Poet(Quote)
Ohhh, I am so jealous!
Woman on the Edge of Time is hands down my favourite book. Burrow(Quote)
Poet, Addonizio writes a lot about poverty, despair and recovery from alcohol and depression. She really speaks to me. This is my favorite from “Tell Me.”
What Do Women Want?
I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what’s underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
doughnuts in their cafe, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I’m the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment
from its hanger like I’m choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and love-cries too,
and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin,
it’ll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in. Terry(Quote)
That’s a wonderful book, Burrow. Also high on my list is Vida.
I wrote about meeting her here, if you’re interested. Terry(Quote)