Cynthia Zarin

Jan 14, 2025 | theparisreview.org | Cynthia Zarin

By Cynthia Zarin January 14, 2025 The last time I was in Siena there was an earthquake. The first time I was nineteen. My boyfriend, who had already graduated from college, had been in Italy most of the year, in Perugia. The plan was to take an intensive course in Italian—he wanted to read Dante—but then he discovered a passion for painting. Could it have been the day after I arrived that we took the train from Perugia to Siena?

Oct 28, 2024 | thebaffler.com | Cynthia Zarin |Jude Doyle |Rivkah Brown |Adrian Van Young

Sky streaked with azure and bloodred. That memory swift-hooved, tramples itself,   the cart wheel rutting in the ditchwould turn backward. That sound   in bridal raiment to meet Achilles.       A mouse-tail mattered less to me      Less than that, that took          my love, my thrush         my heart forfeit.       And you, it was youNo god cares where I lay my headI don’t care where I make my bedMy bond unmade where my sweet deer lies.

Sep 6, 2024 | lithub.com | Cynthia Zarin

On the occasion of the publication of her new poetry collection, Next Day: New and Selected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf) the poet Cynthia Zarin sat down with her daughter, Rose Seccareccia, to talk about using her painting “Pamet River” for the cover of the book, and keeping art in the familyArticle continues after advertisement*Cynthia Zarin: Rose, my first two collections of poetry had paintings on their jackets by your father, Michael Seccareccia.

Aug 23, 2024 | theparisreview.org | Cynthia Zarin

By Cynthia Zarin August 23, 2024 Recently, I found myself at the Tate Modern in London, accompanied by my youngest daughter, to see Music of the Mind, a retrospective of the work of Yoko Ono: her drawings, postcards, films, and musical scores. Accompanied is perhaps too easy a word. When told my daughter I wanted to go, she said, “Really?” “Yes,” I said.

Aug 5, 2024 | newyorker.com | Cynthia Zarin

the boy plays with the wooden horse il ragazzo gioca con il cavallo di legno the seasons change le stagioni cambiano I have never seen a volcano non ho mai visto un vulcano we need wood for the fire abbiamo bisogno di legno per il fuoco the wet wood is not good il legno bagnato non è buono he saw smoke in the sky ha visto fumo nel cielo then it is a volcano allora è un vulcano there is sand in my shoes c’è sabbia nelle mie scarpe the children build sandcastles i bambini costruiscono i...