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Maxine Kumin Poems
Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right. The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange was featured as merciful, quick at the bone and the case we had against them was airtight,
In the Park
You have forty-nine days between death and rebirth if you're a Buddhist. Even the smallest soul could swim the English Channel in that time
And suppose the darlings get to Mantua, suppose they cheat the crypt, what next? Begin with him, unshaven. Though not, I grant you, a displeasing cockerel, there's egg yolk on his chin.
The Hermit Goes Up Attic
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. The wood was new. The pitch ran down to blunt
Pantoum, with Swan
Bits of his down under my fingernails a gob of his spit behind one ear and a nasty welt where the nib of his beak bit down as he came. It was our first date.
The water closing over us and the going down is all.
She was twenty-two. He was fifty-three, a duke, a widower with ten children.
Morning Swim -new-
Into my empty head there come a cotton beach, a dock wherefrom I set out, oily and nude
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''Women are not supposed to have uteruses, especially in poems.''Maxine Kumin (b. 1925), U.S. poet and feminist. As quoted in Women's Studies, p. 135 (1976). On the restrictions on poetry's subject matter due to...
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Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right.
The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange
was featured as merciful, quick at the bone
and the case we had against them was airtight,
both exits shoehorned shut with puddingstone,
but they had a sub-sub-basement out of range.
Next morning they turned up again, no worse
for the cyanide than we for our cigarettes
and state-store Scotch, all of us up to scratch.
They brought down the marigolds as a matter of course
and then took over the vegetable patch
nipping the broccoli shoots, beheading the ...