The Reading List is a feature of Poetry magazine’s Editors’ Blog. Since Harriet was occupied by guest bloggers to celebrate National Poetry Month in April, we’re publishing this installment today. Here are our April contributors on some texts that held their interest recently. Kim Addonizio I’ve been reading Blues and the Poetic Spirit by Paul […]
Check out Michael Earl Craig and Dorothea Lasky’s book recommendations over at Harriet!
Today when I was walking I had a man tell me as he passed That I was a white bitch (he was white) And to not look at him Or he was going to ‘fuck me in my little butthole’ I wandered away Who is to say I think I am a white bitch My butt is big But I believe my butthole is little This violence that we put on women I don’t think it’s crazy Someone I know said ‘Oh, that man was crazy’ I don’t think he was crazy Maybe he could tell I had a look in my eye That wasn’t crazy anymore Maybe he could feel the wild cool blood in me And it frightened him And he lashed out in fear Maybe he knew I was the same as him But had been born with this kind face and eyes Doughlike appurtenances What about the day I left What happened then Still I’m glad he said that to me Still I’m glad he was so cruel to me What bitter eye knew I had a voice To say what men have done to me What unkind wind has blown thru my brain To make me speak for the wretched To speak wretchedly about the ugly To make my own face ugly and simple To contort this simple smile into a haunting song
Dorothea Lasky’s poetry reminds me that there is everything and nothing scary about being a girl, being complicated, being vast and containing multitudes. Her new book, Thunderbird, came out on Tuesday from Wave Books and this poem and other beauty poems are in it.
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Poetry has already moved onto their next issue, but before we forget, we want to share this picture of these incredible buttons made by the magazine to accompany Lemony Snicket’s Poetry Not Written for Children That Children Might Nevertheless Enjoy. The portfolio has poems by two Wave authors, Dorothea Lasky and Eileen Myles, in addition to many other wonderful poets.