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Author: WOLFF, REBECCA
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Wolff, Rebecca    Poet's Biography
55 poems available by this author


4:30 LAKESHORE LIMITED WAS IN THE PAST       
First Line: Repeatedly, being strong %long ago %we started to move
Last Line: I know how I get. %that impulse


ASHTABULA COUNTY: IN MOTION       
First Line: Black dog trapped on
Last Line: Highways and byways


ASHTABULA COUNTY: IN PLACE       
First Line: Be careful what you ask for, today's
Last Line: Up above and I can't get down %to it


BELL RINGER FOR WEATHER       
First Line: Cold starts with the sun gone down
Last Line: Caught napping


BREEDER SONNET    Poem Text     Recitation by Author
First Line: Corpulent / filamen


BROADS ABROAD: ELIZABETH BISHOP & JANE BOWLES       
First Line: Approaching the subject in a gamine,
Last Line: Dried up nicely now and fuming with detection


CHINATOWN, OH       
First Line: It all goes down at the grand hotel
Last Line: For him: public demonstration


CONQUERING AMBIVALENCE       
First Line: I didn't understand where all the feeling
Last Line: One asleep and waking, one decapitated, kissing


CONSTANT IN OPAL       
First Line: No one has gotten any older without
Last Line: That's the plainest plea you'll ever hear from me


CONTENT IS KING    Poem Text    
First Line: I queen it / over emptiness.
Subject(s): Mothers


COUCHED       
First Line: As in cloaked. Made with little marks
Last Line: So very much. Time to cry out


DAY LABORERS       
First Line: On the construction site
Last Line: In the afterglow of the newly minted


DEVIL IN MASSACHUSETTS       
First Line: At last, an apple a day. Now
Last Line: In our period garb


DISTINGUISHED REUNION       
First Line: I took a walk across the top
Last Line: Where your loneliness and majesty are most absurd, %most deferred to


DON'T KNOW WHAT TO CALL HIM BUT HE'S MIGHT LAK A ROSE       
First Line: It is a red wax candle
Last Line: Just don't hurt me


EMINENT VICTORIANS    Poem Text    
First Line: Half a day is dead already--
Subject(s): Babies; Breast Feeding; Infants; Nursing (infants)


EVERYTHING DEMYSTIFIED       
First Line: On the long drive to consummation
Last Line: Change to explain and it's hard not to be boring


EXPERIMENT IN DIVINATION: VOICE AND CHARACTER    Poem Text    
First Line: There is a curiosity that knows
Subject(s): Mind, The; Thought; Thinking


FIREFLY       
First Line: We have opened up an establishment %by the side of the road. Occupying
Last Line: By the firelight %is extinguished


FLAME ON       
First Line: Every time I approach this borrowed hearth I see the face
Last Line: Motion of the mind. He just barely scratches the surface


HE WRAPPED HIMSELF IN MY WARMEST...       
First Line: On the subway (gun to temple) individual
Last Line: On the corner spins on a dime to apprehend a noisemaker


I LIKED IT SO MUCH HE GAVE IT TO ME AS A PRESENT       
First Line: Freud's letter freight the night-stand, a tacit
Last Line: Restructured' as in old russia. Crude mode %of rapproacement, badly dubbed dna


INTERMINABLE SILENCE       
First Line: These fakirs really know how to eat-
Last Line: Inside to mom for cosseting


IT ALL ENDS IN RESIGNATION       
First Line: If you, yourself a gentleman
Last Line: #name?


LETTERS, YOUNG AND OLD POETS       
First Line: And when you despaired, what sustained you?
Last Line: A struggle to keep up my end


LOST IN THOUGHT, THE BABY    Poem Text    
First Line: Primarily / I am a mother
Subject(s): Mothers


LOWEST COMMON DENOMINATOR       
First Line: This is paradise. Sitting in the hot sun,
Last Line: Losing its dew. When you are happy:


MAMMA DIN'T RAISE NO FOOLS    Poem Text    
First Line: He died before we could honor
Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies


MISTER PITIFUL: A LITERARY BIOGRAPHY       
First Line: They say a billion images-
Last Line: In the garden when you feed your breasts to me, aretha


MOM GETS LAID       
First Line: In all manner of positions
Last Line: The hearth no colder


MOTION PICTURE ADAPTATION       
First Line: It is moonlight. We have a body full
Last Line: Oh be sure. I can already hear his roar %when I unveil him in the lair.'


OBSOLETE COIN       
First Line: In diverse groups %and agitated form
Last Line: The breath of the creator: deep in the trough, cycling %through irreversibility


OCCASIONAL POEM       
First Line: Nobody lives in your sleep.
Last Line: Of rest, and love's transition is from pasture %to pasture


OUT OF TOWN       
First Line: We are approaching a mountain,
Last Line: We contemplate anachronism


PARKERESQUE    Poem Text    
First Line: I'd like a / lidless


PORTRAIT    Poem Text    
First Line: The thing to avoid is in that frame
Last Line: Of the garden, then why not call it martyrdom?
Subject(s): Portraits


PORTRAIT       
First Line: The thing to avoid is in that frame
Last Line: Of the garden, then why not call it %martyrdom
Subject(s): Portraits


PRESS PLAY       
First Line: In your truck without a notion, fighting a lot of feeling
Last Line: Falls meaningless


PROVERBIAL HANDSHAKE: THE SHARON OLDS POEM       
First Line: During intercourse, after orgasm, I recently discovered,
Last Line: Or like a handshake over a heavy oaken desktop. Only firmer
Variant Title(s): The Proverbial Handshak


PUBLIC SPACE: SUITE       
First Line: I was woefully under-briefed
Last Line: I don't understand why you're so homeless


RICH OWN US       
First Line: And we know that they own %everything worth owning
Last Line: Eat the rich


ROMANCE    Poem Text    
First Line: Sometimes even now I get this feeling
Subject(s): Hitchhikers; Loneliness; Language; Words; Vocabulary


ROWENA SWALLOWS YR. NOCTURNAL SPOOGE       
First Line: Beginning with a fantasy of abuse,
Last Line: (scooped it up too often in the dark of night.)


ROYAL BEGONIA       
First Line: She stole soil from the royal gardens
Last Line: Kicked the royal earth with her royal toe


RUN CATCH KISS       
First Line: I was never a simple organism


SEDUCTION THEORY       
First Line: Reading a lengthy article on


SLEEPHOOD       
First Line: It has something to do with grasping


SPENDING THE DAY ON A SLEEPING PORCH    Poem Text    
First Line: This is the enclosure my family
Last Line: At every opportunity
Subject(s): Day; Family Life; Sleep; Relatives


SPENDING THE DAY ON A SLEEPING PORCH       
First Line: This is the enclosure my family
Last Line: Endlessly, or they will kill themselves %at every opportunity
Subject(s): Day; Family Life; Sleep


SPRING FORWARD, FALL BACK       
First Line: These particular urns are so generous
Last Line: And our camouflage resists distinction


SUN IN WINTER       
First Line: Late afternoon the starving light %denudes a neighbor's tree, transfers
Last Line: Tiding: antidote to venom of our imagery's %declining


SYLLOGISM       
First Line: One is one too many, pathos %being the domain of the rhetorician
Last Line: Over their hot heads %and ours. No one %has ever loved anybody


TUNNEL VISIONARY       
First Line: Dead men dangling
Last Line: Darkness from daylight in kudzu-like %fever to enslave


VISIONS OF NEVER BEING HEARD FROM AGAIN    Poem Text    
First Line: I stopped by to see you but you were not home
Subject(s): Absence; Religion; Separation; Isolation; Theology


WORLD IS MY CLOISTER       
First Line: Last night I sliced the tip of my thumb off-again,
Last Line: ...In which a joke falls flat. End of riddle