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Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons
— published 1986 — 4 editions |
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Selected Poems 1965-1990
— published 1994 — 2 editions |
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Winter Numbers: Poems
— published 1994 — 2 editions |
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Desesperanto: Poems 1999-2002
— published 2003 — 2 editions |
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Squares and Courtyards
— published 2000 — 2 editions |
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Names
— published 2009 — 2 editions |
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First Cities: Collected Early Poems 1960-1979: Presentation Piece, Separations, Taking Notice
— published 2003 |
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Separations
— published 1976 — 2 editions |
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Poetry to Heal Your Blues
— published 2005 |
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Taking Notice
— published 1980 — 3 editions |
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“Did you love well what you very soon left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.”
― Marilyn Hacker
― Marilyn Hacker
“i'm alternatingly brilliant and witless-and sleepless: bed is just a swamp to roll in.”
― Marilyn Hacker, Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons
― Marilyn Hacker, Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons
“From Orient Point
The art of living isn't hard to muster:
Enjoy the hour, not what it might portend.
When someone makes you promises, don't trust her
unless they're in the here and now, and just her
willing largesse free-handed to a friend.
The art of living isn't hard to muster:
groom the old dog, her coat gets back its luster;
take brisk walks so you're hungry at the end.
When someone makes you promises, don't trust her
to know she can afford what they will cost her
to keep until they're kept. Till then, pretend
the art of living isn't hard to muster.
Cooking, eating and drinking are a cluster
of pleasures. Next time, don't go round the bend
when someone makes you promises. Don't trust her
past where you'd trust yourself, and don't adjust her
words to mean more to you than she'd intend.
The art of living isn't hard to muster.
You never had her, so you haven't lost her
like spare house keys. Whatever she opens,
when someone makes you promises, don't. Trust your
art; go on living: that's not hard to muster.”
― Marilyn Hacker
The art of living isn't hard to muster:
Enjoy the hour, not what it might portend.
When someone makes you promises, don't trust her
unless they're in the here and now, and just her
willing largesse free-handed to a friend.
The art of living isn't hard to muster:
groom the old dog, her coat gets back its luster;
take brisk walks so you're hungry at the end.
When someone makes you promises, don't trust her
to know she can afford what they will cost her
to keep until they're kept. Till then, pretend
the art of living isn't hard to muster.
Cooking, eating and drinking are a cluster
of pleasures. Next time, don't go round the bend
when someone makes you promises. Don't trust her
past where you'd trust yourself, and don't adjust her
words to mean more to you than she'd intend.
The art of living isn't hard to muster.
You never had her, so you haven't lost her
like spare house keys. Whatever she opens,
when someone makes you promises, don't. Trust your
art; go on living: that's not hard to muster.”
― Marilyn Hacker
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