United States, (1911-2011)
Living Things
- Our poems
- Are like the wart-hogs
- In the zoo
- It’s hard to say
- Why there should be such creatures
- But once our life gets into them
- As sometimes happens
- Our poems
- Turn into living things
- And there’s no arguing
- With living things
- They are
- The way they are
- Our poems
- May be rough
- Or delicate
- Little
- Or great
- But always
- They have inside them
- A confluence of cries
- And secret languages
- And always
- They are improvident
- And free
- They keep
- A kind of Sabbath
- They play
- On sooty fire escapes
- And window ledges
- They wander in and out
- Of jails and gardens
- They sparkle
- In the deep mines
- They sing
- In breaking waves
- And rock like wooden cradles.
About the Poet:
Anne Porter, United States, (1911-2011), was a poet who was educated at Bryn Mawr College and Radcliffe College. Porter wrote poetry since she was a child. Married to the painter Fairfield Porter, she raised five children in a busy, artistic household, frequently forced to pursue writing on the side. When her husband died in 1975, she began to write poetry much more seriously.
Her first collection, An Altogether Different Language (1994), published when she was 83, was named a finalist for the National Book Award. Her other volumes of poetry include Living Things: Collected Poems (2006) and The Birds of Passage (1989).
Of her own late arrival on the poetry scene, Porter noted: “People don’t use their creativity as they get older. They think this is supposed to be the end of this and the end of that. But you can’t always be so sure that it is the end.” [DES-02/22]