Talvikki Ansel Poems
- Don'T Tell Me it's iron, the bottle crouched on its white ...
- Tree List Tree of the musky pods split open, of ...
- World Olive green of pond water, tea- colored is the newt's ...
- Or Stay Again The wasp's gray sphere, papered layers I held...
- Blue Collection Smoothed ribbon, night light, once there ...
- Seed Savers Impossible to catalogue them all because half ...
- Glaze White putty under finger nails, milky on fingerprints ...
Talvikki Ansel is an American poet.
She graduated from Mount Holyoke College in 1985, and Indiana University. Her poems have appeared in the anthologies New Young American Poets (Southern Illinois University, 2000) and The Pushcart Prize XXVI, and in magazines such as The Atlantic Monthly, The New Republic, The Journal, Poetry, Prairie Schooner, and Shenandoah.
She teaches at the University of Rhode Island. more »
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Don'T Tell Me
it's iron, the bottle
crouched on its white pedestal,
long beak spout and wide open handle
you could see starry sky through.
Everybody was doing that new stitch,
it had spread far west, oh yes,
said Mrs. ______ at Knit & Purl,
but how many hats can one person wear?
I'd like to be more useful—say
apprentice to a bung fitter, or make
chipped ice, to hit something (not live)
on the head, directly,
I've not yet seen the Rock Wren
though I saw a photo of one inserting
pebbles in the airflow pipe of a mine,
therein to lay its eggs.