Alicia Ostriker

Nov 11, 2023 | poetryfoundation.org | Alicia Ostriker

I have wished you dead and myself dead, How could it be otherwise. I have broken into you like a burglar And you've set your dogs on me. You have been a hurricane to me And a pile of broken sticks A child could kick. I have climbed you like a monument, gasping, For the exercise and the view, And leaned over the railing at the top– Strong and warm, that summer wind. Alicia Ostriker, "Years" from The Little Space: Poems Selected and New, 1968-1998.

Sep 27, 2023 | poets.org | Alberto Ríos |Alicia Ostriker |Juan Felipe Herrera

Find and share the perfect poems. Saturday mornings were science fiction— That is, on that day anything was possible. We didn’t have to go to the movies for that, Though when we did, we were introduced to ourselves More than anything. Ourselves in rockets, Ourselves taking chances, ourselves speaking to the universe. Outside of the movies, we were still in them— Our bikes were our rockets, our submarines, our jets.

Sep 9, 2023 | imagejournal.org | Alicia Ostriker

———Ecclesiastes 12:1, 6 ———Song of Songs 2:16 Before ————-—Before the days come ————-—When I shall say I have no pleasure in them When the golden bowl owl Old Person Old —————-—Person ————-— Old Old Old Person * be broken * the wheel broken at my beloved is mine I need to do two things and I am his Write the truth about the plague year the bardo (It is very like the Holland Tunnel endless gray) Take my bulletproof vest off, take it off I mean I need I mean I need to love with the love that is...