because she’s half blind and thus prefers complete not partial darkness and because she cannot raise her tail entirely over her back in order to use her one weapon her one defense when you come to the squirrel trap from behind and cover with a blanket the wire box although my beloved won’t believe it’s true she just gives up she just gives up … More »
my grandmother’s Thanksgiving Day was the day they slaughtered the hog the warm carcass hoisted by its heels from the oak the planks across sawhorses holding the hams the buckets catching the blood the shanks the organ meats the chunks of white fat for her biscuits the feet sunk into brine the yard-dogs that whined for the leathery ear while she lay down with the baby always there was a baby needing a nap my neighbor … More »
rangy loping swiveling left then right I’m thinking nonchalant but the doves flutter up to the roof of the barn the crickets leap from the grass like fleas a fox is in my yard-o my yard-o plenty of songs in my head … More »
Hear Ellen Bryant Voigt read her poem, originally published in the May 1992 issue of 'The Atlantic'… More »
A poem by Ellen Bryant Voigt from the May 1992 Atlantic.… More »
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