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Carolyn Kizer

1925-2014 , Spokane , WA , United States
Chancellor 1995-1998
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Carolyn Kizer

Carolyn Kizer was born in Spokane, Washington, on December 10, 1924. She was the author of eight books of poetry: Cool Calm & Collected (Copper Canyon Press, 2000); Harping On: Poems 1985-1995 (1996); The Nearness of You: Poems for Men (1986); Yin (1984), which won the Pulitzer Prize; Mermaids in the Basement: Poems for Women (1984); Midnight Was My Cry: New and Selected Poems (1971); Knock Upon Silence (1965); and The Ungrateful Garden (1961).

She also wrote Picking and Choosing: Prose on Prose (1995), Proses: Essays on Poets and Poetry (1994), and Carrying Over: Translations from Chinese, Urdu, Macedonian, Hebrew and French-African (1986), and edited 100 Great Poems by Women (1995) and The Essential Clare (1992).

In 1959, she founded Poetry Northwest and served as its editor until 1965. From 1966 to 1970, she served as the first Director of the Literature Program at the National Endowment for the Arts. She received an American Academy of Arts and Letters award, the Frost Medal, the John Masefield Memorial Award, and the Theodore Roethke Memorial Poetry Award. She was a former Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets and split her time between Sonoma, California, and Paris. Kizer died on October 9, 2014.


Selected Bibliography

Poetry

Cool Calm & Collected (Copper Canyon Press, 2000)
Harping On: Poems 1985-1995 (Copper Canyon Press, 1996)
The Nearness of You: Poems for Men (Copper Canyon Press, 1986)
Yin (Copper Canyon Press, 1984)
Mermaids in the Basement: Poems for Women (Copper Canyon Press, 1984)
Midnight Was My Cry: New and Selected Poems (Doubleday, 1971)
Knock Upon Silence (Doubleday, 1965)
The Ungrateful Garden (Indiana University Press, 1961)


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poem
Tout le ciel vert se meurt
Le dernier arbre brûle.
The whole green sky is dying.  The last tree flares
With a great burst of supernatural rose
Under a canopy of poisonous airs.

Could we imagine our return to prayers
To end in time before time's final throes,
The green sky
poem

for Maxine Kumin

Where did these enormous children come from,
More ladylike than we have ever been?
Some of ours look older than we feel.
How did they appear in their long dresses

More ladylike than we have ever been?
But they moan about their aging more than we do,
In their fragile heels and long