Posts Tagged ‘Madeleine DeFrees’

from “Extended Outlook”

“The tree is a violin bow
scraping the sound box of the house
all day. Close to the ribbed
breath, the scrolled end of wind under the eaves
turns back on the fine-tuned neck,
answers the shrill
jay in the caterwaul of blue
and fading light.”

from “Sanding the Chairs”

“Every layer of paint, a country of wishes: the days
of townships lying in harbor
riding at anchor
follow the stars”

from “The Geologist’s Map”

“Cut off / from her past, the continent drifted”

Madeleine DeFrees
Blue Dusk (2001)


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Ruth Stone (1915-2011)


Academy of American Poet – Ruth Stone

The Poetry Foundation – Ruth Stone

Modern American Poets – Ruth Stone

What Love Comes To: New and Selected Poems

Poems Online

Madeleine DeFrees (1919-2015)

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Academy of American Poets – Madeleine DeFrees

Blue Dusk: New and Selected Poems (2001)

Denise Levertov (1923-1997)


Academy of American Poets – Denise Levertov

The Poetry Foundation – Denise Levertov

Modern American Poets – Denise Levertov

The Collected Poems of Denise Levertov (2014)

Poems Online

YT Clip

Maya Angelou (1928-2014 )

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The Academy of American Poets – Maya Angelou

The Poetry Foundation – Maya Angelou

The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (2009)
Poems Online

Mary Oliver (1935-)


Publisher’s Website

The Academy of American Poets – Mary Oliver

The Poetry Foundation – Mary Oliver

New and Selected Poems, Vol. I (1992) and New and Selected Poems, Vol. II (2005)

Poems Online 

Louise Glück (1943-)

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The Poetry Foundation – Louise Glück

Poems, 1962-2012

Poems Online

Marilyn Nelson (1946-)

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Poet’s Website

The Academy of American Poets – Marilyn Nelson

The Poetry Foundation – Marilyn Nelson

Fields of Praise: New and Selected Poems (1997) and Faster Than Light: New and Selected Poems, 1996-2011 (2012)

Poems Online

Jane Kenyon (1947-1995)

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The Poetry Foundation – Jane Kenyon

Otherwise: New & Selected Poems (1997)

Poems Online 

Joy Harjo (1951-)


Poet’s Website

The Academy of American Poets – Joy Harjo

The Poetry Foundation – Joy Harjo

How We Became Human: New and Selected Poems, 1975-2001 (2002)

Poems Online  …

She Had Some Horses” (read aloud by the poet)

More: Native American Women Poets

Rita Dove (1952-)

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The Poetry Foundation – Rita Dove

Modern American Poets – Rita Dove

Achievement – Rita Dove

Selected Poems (1993)

Poems Online

Ana Castillo (1953-)


Poet’s Website

The Poetry Foundation – Ann Castillo

My Father was a Toltec and Selected Poems, 1973-1988 and I Ask the Impossible (2011)

Marilyn Chin (1955-)

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The Poetry Foundation – Marilyn Chin

Modern American Poets – Marilyn Chin

Rhapsody in Plain Yellow (2003)

and The Phoenix Gone, the Terrace Empty (2009)

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These are big game bees. When I’m after something
sweet I want to make the most of it. Thousands of
miles from Nepal, I’m on the level
summer deck behind my house. It’s happy hour. I’m
wearing nasturtium colors, oleander
perfume, powder. Seductive as a flower, I study
the wings on my wine glass. I am
haloed with bees and beatitudes.

Nine hunters of honey in Nepal, Mani Lal their head.
This afternoon I’d gladly join them. I know
how to cling to the cliffside, avert my eyes from the
dizzying drop. I can pray. Here and now, I reap
the harvest from years of religious
modesty, countenance serene as a china plate. Draped
in a veil of drones, queens and workers,
I am high on experience in the attic apartments where

wasps and urban yellowjackets swarm under the eaves
every spring. Imaginary beekeeper,
I will not be checked by the actual, will hold onto
my friend wrote more surely than Sylvia Plath.
Step, step, bamboo! Setting my foot on the fiber
latter like Jacob’s dream angels, ascending,
descending. These lights of euphoria visit me rarely
now that I’m older than Mani Lal.

The honeybees I choose–Apis laboriorsa, the world’s
largest– must create a legend to equal
the story of Ambrose: a swarm from the brood comb
settled on my mouth as I lay in my cradle, the omen
propitious. It was raining honey.
Here lies the honey-tongued Hillsboro poet! What if
the bees make me suffer at times. I tweeze
the stingers from arms and legs, keeping my eyes on

Mani Lal, lips chanting my mantras. He carries a
bamboo basket lined with wild goatskin.
I would take my skin from the coat my father bought.
Her milk recovered my life from the foxglove of
formula. Here is her snapshot in the family album.

Madeline DeFrees
Imaginary Ancestors (1990)

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