May Swenson Quotes

Body my house my horse my hound what will I do when you are fallen
May Swenson (1919-1995), U.S. poet. Question (l. 1-4). . . New Poets of England and America. Donald Hall, Robert Pack, and Louis Simpson, eds. (1957) Meridian Books.
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I was the horse and the rider, and the leather I slapped to his rump spanked my own behind.
May Swenson (1919-1995), U.S. poet. The Centaur (l. 38-40). . . No More Masks! an Anthology of Poems by Women. Florence Howe and Ellen Bass, eds. (1973) Doubleday Anchor Books.
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quiet, negligent riding, my toes standing the stirrups, my thighs hugging his ribs.
May Swenson (1919-1995), U.S. poet. The Centaur (l. 46-48). . . No More Masks! an Anthology of Poems by Women. Florence Howe and Ellen Bass, eds. (1973) Doubleday Anchor Books.
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Go tie back your hair, said my mother, and Why is your mouth all green? Rob Roy, he pulled some clover as we crossed the field, I told her.
May Swenson (1919-1995), U.S. poet. The Centaur (l. 61-64). . . No More Masks! an Anthology of Poems by Women. Florence Howe and Ellen Bass, eds. (1973) Doubleday Anchor Books.
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