Hayden Carruth Poems
- Notes On Poverty Was I so poor in those damned ...
- On Being Asked To Write A Poem...
- Saturday At The Border "Form follows function follows form ....
- I, I, I First, the self. Then, the observing self. The self ...
- Graves Both of us had been close to Joel, and at Joel's ...
- Emergency Haying Coming home with the last load I ride ...
- Scrambled Eggs And Whiskey Scrambled eggs and whiskey in the...
Grew up in Woodbury, Connecticut and was educated at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and at the University of Chicago. He lived in Johnson, Vermont for many years. Carruth taught at Syracuse University, in the Graduate Creative Writing Program, where he taught and mentored many younger poets, including Brooks Haxton and Allen Hoey. He resided with his wife, poet Joe-Anne McLaughlin Carruth near the small central New York village of Munnsville. He wrote for over sixty years. Carruth died from complications following a series of strokes. more »
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Notes On Poverty
Was I so poor
in those damned days
that I went in the dark
in torn shoes
to steal fat ears
of cattle corn
from the good cows
and pound them
like hard maize
on my worn Aztec
stone? I was.