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Marilyn Hacker

po_hacker-marilynMarilyn Hacker (born November 27, 1942) is an American poet, translator and critic. She is Professor of English at the City College of New York.

 

 

 

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Marilyn Hacker

Here. Between us I’ve placed a smooth stone,
green-veined, with finger-fissures, and a cracked
blue bowl with three yellow pears, and seven miles
of jagged coves, pebbled and bouldered, the jade sea
drooling and frothing them, one dwarfed tree,
a crooked surviving pine, on a tumbled cliff
lookout point. Hold the stone
in your palm, cold
from morning draughts on the window-sill.
The touched side takes your warmth. The cool
side rubs your lips. Your mouth
is on my hand.

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