Mona Van Duyn

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Mona Van Duyn


Born
in Waterloo, Iowa, The United States
May 09, 1921

Died
December 02, 2004

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Mona Jane Van Duyn was an American poet. She was appointed Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1992.

Average rating: 4.01 · 232 ratings · 28 reviews · 16 distinct works
Selected Poems

really liked it 4.00 avg rating — 26 ratings — published 2002 — 6 editions
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Near Changes

3.38 avg rating — 29 ratings — published 1990 — 2 editions
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If It Be Not I: Collected P...

4.18 avg rating — 17 ratings — published 1992 — 2 editions
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Letters From a Father, and ...

really liked it 4.00 avg rating — 10 ratings — published 1982 — 2 editions
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Firefall

3.70 avg rating — 10 ratings — published 1992 — 2 editions
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To See, To Take: Poems

4.29 avg rating — 7 ratings — published 1970
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A Time of Bees

3.75 avg rating — 8 ratings — published 1964 — 3 editions
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Merciful Disguises

4.60 avg rating — 5 ratings — published 1973 — 2 editions
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Valentines to the Wide World

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Matters of Poetry/Free

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“The world's perverse, but it could be worse.”
Mona Van Duyn

“What the Motorcycle Said

Br-r-r-am-m-m, rackerty-am-m, OM, AM:
All-r-r-room, r-r-ram, ala-bas-ter-
Am, the world’s my oyster.

I hate plastic, wear it black and slick,
hate hardhats, wear one on my head,
That’s what the motorcycle said.

Passed phonies in Fords, knockede down billboards, landed
On the other side of The Gap, and Whee,
bypassed history.

When I was born (The Past), baby knew best.
They shook when I bawled, took Freud’s path,
threw away their wrath.

R-r-rackety-am-m. Am. War, rhyme,
soap, meat, marriage, the Phantom Jet
are sh*t, and like that.

Hate pompousness, punishment, patience, am into Love,
hate middle-class moneymakers, live on Dad,
that’s what the motorcycle said.

Br-r-r-am-m-m. It’s Nowsville, man. Passed Oldies, Uglies,
Straighties, Honkies. I’ll never be
mean, tired, or unsexy.

Passed cigarette suckers, souses, mother-fuckers,
losers, went back to Nature and found
how to get VD, stoned.

Passed a cow, too fast to hear her moo, “I rolled
our leaves of grass into one ball.
I am the grassy All.”

Br-r-r-am-m-m, rackety-am-m, OM, Am:
All-gr-r-rin, oooohgah, gl-l-utton-
Am, the world’s my smilebutton.”
Mona Van Duyn

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