And I find it hard going
You are the prickly pear
You are the sudden violent storm
The torrent to raise the river
to float the wounded doe
I discovered her on a poster on a bus. Part of the Poetry in Motion campaign sponsored by the Poetry Society of America and the MTA. Had I walked or driven, I would have never heard of her. And never fallen in love with this poem.
I was the solitary plover
From the secret notes
Upon the pressure
Execute and adjust
We live by the urgent wave of the verse
She endured penury and isolation. Though she achieved some acclaim on the literary fringe, she had a hard life and her work, published by small presses, reached only a limited audience before her death in 1970. Her work was austere, free of all ornament, relying on the fundamental rhythms of concise statement, and to many readers it must have seemed strange and bare.
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