— Grace Cavalieri ; Looking High

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— Grace Cavalieri ; Looking High

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The Hot Dog Factory (1937) by Grace Cavalieri
could you share poems about grandmothers please? thank you <3
hi anon! thank you so much for this prompt. i love grandmothers & some of these poems (the Bishop and Vuong ones in particular) are very close to my heart, so i hope you enjoy reading these as much as i do.
Ocean Vuong, “Kissing in Vietnamese” | My grandmother kisses / as if bombs are bursting in the backyard, / where mint and jasmine lace their perfumes / through the kitchen window
Elizabeth Bishop, “Sestina” | September rain falls on the house. / In the failing light, the old grandmother / sits in the kitchen with the child
Naomi Shihab Nye, “The Words Under the Words” | My grandmother's days / are made of bread, / a round pat-pat and the slow baking.
Hala Alyan, “Aleppo” | This is how a lone bomb can erase a lineage: the nicknames for / your mother, the ghost stories, the only song that put your / child to sleep.
Elizabeth Alexander, “Autumn Passage” | the body / that can no longer even make fever / but nonetheless burns / florid and bright and magnificent / as it dims, as it shrinks, / as it turns to something else.
Grace Cavalieri, “Grandmother” | Downstairs near a woodstove I hear you / in motion, always working, / a long silken dress
Thirteen poets will receive a combined, historic $1 million New York, NY (April 24, 2019)— The Academy of American Poets is pleased to announce the first-ever recipients of the Academy of American Poets Laureate Fellowships. These thirteen poets who serve as poets laureate of states, cities, and counties across the U.S.
✨✨Congratulations to (five!) SPD authors, winners of The Academy of American Poets Laureate Fellowship!
"The Academy of American Poets is pleased to announce the first-ever recipients of the Academy of American Poets Laureate Fellowships. These thirteen poets who serve as poets laureate of states, cities, and counties across the U.S. will receive a combined $1,050,000 in recognition of their literary merit and to support civic programs, which will take place over the next twelve months."
TC Tolbert, Poet Laureate of Tucson (Gephyromania, Ahsahta Press; Troubling the Line: Trans and Genderqueer Poetry and Poetics, Nightboat Books)
Kim Shuck, Poet Laureate of San Francisco (Clouds Running In, Taurean Horn Press; Rabbit Stories, Poetic Matrix Press)
Raquel Salas Rivera, Poet Laureate of Philadelphia (Lo terciario / The Tertiary, Timeless, Infinite Light)
Grace Cavalieri, Poet Laureate of Maryland (The Mandate of Heaven; The Poet's Cookbook; Water on the Sun, Bordighera Press)
Paisley Rekdal, Poet Laureate of Utah (Imaginary Vessels, Copper Canyon Press; Intimate: An American Family Photo Album, Tupelo Press)
— Grace Cavalieri ; Captivity

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— Grace Cavalieri ; Captivity
— Grace Cavalieri ; Two by Two
Upon the half imagined branch, clouds seeping in wait spirits slip like rain toward imagination, its center, fruit falls from drifting light bewitched to sound, breath of tiny gales unfurled, music is in the meadow harvesting mercies. Information from the heart transforms to words, weave them to garlands like tides their distance, surviving the sun, in the meadow, a stream from silence, a field of blue flowers, a chill of change.
In The Meadow by Grace Cavalieri