“Once, each summer, I howl,
and draw myself back, out of there”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“we sweated side by side three
times like a spell or a curse”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“the sight pierces me
with tenderness, he was suffering, then,
as I would soon.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“He was so
handsome it was kind of adorable when he
looked horrible.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“Maybe I’m half over who he
was, but not who I thought he was, and not
over the wound, sudden deathblow
as if out of nowhere, though it came from the core
of our life together.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“Sleep and dream—but not of his return.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“I am glad not to have lost him
entirely, but to see him moved
at the whim of the sky, like a man in the wind”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“he is like
an icon, he is like a fantasy.
I did not know him, I knew my idea
of him.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“I do not let
go of him yet, but hold the string
and watch my idea of him pull away
and stay, and pull away, my silver kite.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“it was never in doubt that you had suffered more than I
when young.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“I had not remembered
how deep he held himself inside
himself”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“Are you as happy as you thought you'd be,
I ask. Yes. And his smile is touchingly
pleased. I thought you'd look happier,
I say, but after all, when I am
looking at you, you're with me!”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“And then there is the spring park,
damp as if freshly peeled, sweet
greenhouse, green cemetery with no
dead in it—except, in some shaded
woods, under some years of leaves and
rotted cones, the body of a warbler
like a whole note fallen from the sky—my old
love for him, like a songbird's rib cage picked clean.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“A week later, I said to a friend: I don't
think I could ever write about it.
Maybe in a year I could write something.
There is something in me maybe someday
to be written; now it is folded, and folded,
and folded, like a note in school.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“and I could tell her the best
of my poor, partial love, I could sing her
out, with it, I saw the luck
and the luxury of that hour.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“If I pass a mirror, I turn away,
I do not want to look at her,
and she does not want to be seen.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“Minute by minute, I do not get up and just
go to him—”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“It is what I do now: not go, not
see or touch.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“My body may never learn
not to yearn for that one”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“What if someone had told me, thirty
years ago: If you give up, now,
wanting to be an artist, he might
love you all your life—what would I
have said? I didn't even have an art,
it would could from out of our family's life—
what could I have said: nothing will stop me.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“casting himself off a
cliff in his fervor to get free of me.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“as he soars from the precipice edge,
dreamy.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“It's so quiet,
and empty, when he's left. I feel like a landscape,
a ground without a figure.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“Suave
qui peut—let those who can save themselves
save themselves.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“In me now
there's a being of sheer hate, like an angel
of hate.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“But look! I am starting to give him up!
I believe he is not coming back. Something
has died, inside me, believing that”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“The other
dreams inside a constellation”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“and some young men
loved them the way one would want, oneself, to be loved.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“God-bye, for the rest
of this life and for the long nothing.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“And they do not
know language, they are waiting for him”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“refreshing to live with, beings without
the knowledge of death, creatures of ignorant suffering.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“I think he had come, in private, to
feel he was dying, with me”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“And so he went
into another world—this
world, where I do not see or hear him”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“I feel that ignorant love gave me
a life. But from within my illusion of him
I could not see him, or know him.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“only
a sojourner, in our home, where the heart,
after its long, good years,
was sparrow-netted to make its own
cage”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“and farther into cold fog
I let him go, I lay and stretched on love's
fucking stretcher, and let him wander on his
own the haunt salt mazes.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“I thought
wherever we were, we were in lasting love—
even in our separateness and
loneliness, in love”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“I was not the one he wanted to rise from
or return to”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“It is in the past, enough looking back,
it is gone, it is more over with
than the shocks of childhood.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“The glacierscape called it
up, the silent, shining tulle,
the dreaming hats and cubes, the theorems
and corollaries, that girl who had thought
a wedding promise was binding as a law
of physics.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“I sat on the air above it
and looked down on its uninhabitable beauty.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“the motion
was authentic, it was from another place, it was
planetary, it was model-of-the-solar-
systemic.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“I idolized it without
reserve, caution, or limit, I adored it with an
unprotected joy.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“Then every scene I thought of
I visited accompanied by a death-spirit,
everything was chilled with it,
each time I woke, I lay in dreading
bliss to feel and hear him sigh
and snore.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“Now I come to look at love
in a new way, now that I know I'm not
standing in its light.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“a heart's spurt of rage.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“I always feared this would happen,
I thought it would be a pure horror,
but it's just home”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“I lived alongside him, in his hush
and reserve”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“But now it was time to go beyond
comfort, to part.”
Source: Stag's Leap (Pulitzer Prize Winner): Poems
“I am locked in a little cedar box
with a picture of shepherds pasted onto
the central panel between carvings.
The box stands on curved legs.
It has a gold, heart-shaped lock
and no key. I am trying to write my
way out of the closed box
redolent of cedar. Satan
comes to me in the locked box
and says, I’ll get you out. Say
My father is a shit. I say
my father is a shit and Satan
laughs and says, It’s opening.
Say your mother is a pimp.
My mother is a pimp. Something
opens and breaks when I say that.
My spine uncurls in the cedar box
like the pink back of the ballerina pin
with a ruby eye, resting beside me on
satin in the cedar box.
Say shit, say death, say fuck the father,
Satan says, down my ear.
The pain of the locked past buzzes
in the child’s box on her bureau, under
the terrible round pond eye
etched around with roses, where
self-loathing gazed at sorrow.
Shit. Death. Fuck the father.
Something opens. Satan says
Don’t you feel a lot better?
Light seems to break on the delicate
edelweiss pin, carved in two
colors of wood. I love him too,
you know, I say to Satan dark
in the locked box. I love them but
I’m trying to say what happened to us
in the lost past. Of course, he says
and smiles, of course. Now say: torture.
I see, through blackness soaked in cedar,
the edge of a large hinge open.
Say: the father’s cock, the mother’s
cunt, says Satan, I’ll get you out.
The angle of the hinge widens
until I see the outlines of
the time before I was, when they were
locked in the bed. When I say
the magic words, Cock, Cunt,
Satan softly says, Come out.
But the air around the opening
is heavy and thick as hot smoke.
Come in, he says, and I feel his voice
breathing from the opening.
The exit is through Satan’s mouth.
Come in my mouth, he says, you’re there
already, and the huge hinge
begins to close. Oh no, I loved
them, too, I brace
my body tight
in the cedar house.
Satan sucks himself out the keyhole.
I’m left locked in the box, he seals
the heart-shaped lock with the wax of his tongue.
It’s your coffin now, Satan says.
I hardly hear;
I am warming my cold
hands at the dancer’s
ruby eye—
the fire, the suddenly discovered knowledge of love.”
Source: Satan Says