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Lesbian Poetry Retrospective Part 1

Kay Ryan (b. 1945)

Though Kay Ryan is not the first lesbian Poet Laureate — Elizabeth Bishop served from 1949 to 1950 — she is the first to be out and open about her sexuality. Ryan is the author of six collections of poetry, including her most recent, The Niagara River, which won the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize, and Flamingo Watching, which was a finalist for the Lamont Book Award.

A teacher known for living a quiet life with her partner of 30 years, Carol Adair, Ryan’s work is filled with humor, insight and surprise. The chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts, Dana Gioia, called Ryan this generation’s Elizabeth Bishop.

The following poem is from her collection Elephant Rocks.

“If the Moon Happened Once”

If the moon happened once
it wouldn’t matter much,
would it?

One evening’s ticket
punched with a
round or a crescent.

You could like it
or not like it,
as you chose.

It couldn’t alter
every time it rose;

it couldn’t do those
things with scarves
it does.

Let us know about your favorite queer poets in the comments!

Di's picture

these are all great but

don't forget karin boye - i love her poems, i'm only sorry that i can't read them in the orignal swedish
Biatch's picture

Exactly my thought when I

Exactly my thought when I saw this - don't forget Karin Boye!

Guess I'm lucky, since I can read her work in Swedish. =)

Elin 's picture

Same here, and her novels

Same here, and her novels are great too if you really have the time to sit down with them.

Easily one of the best poets we have had here in Sweden =D

Laura's picture

Gabriela & Doris...a Nobel love story

You just missed one Nobel laurate: Gabriela Mistral...Her letters with her lover ( a US citizen: Doris Dana) were recently published...but of course, she never wrote in English but in Spanish....
Meke's picture

My favorite lesbian poet is

My favorite lesbian poet is Angelina Weld Grimke. She touches my heart and soul. THis was a very good list though. It never occurred to me to read Sappho, but I think I should.
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Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton, though not confirmed, was rumored to be bisexual. And she's amazing. See "Song to a Lady":
On the day of breasts and small hips the window pocked with bad rain,
rain coming on like a minister, we coupled, so sane and insane.
We lay like spoons while the sinister rain dropped like flies on our lips and our glad eyes and our small hips.
“The room is so cold with rain,” you said and you, feminine you, with your flower said novenas to my ankles and elbows.
You are a national product and power.
Oh my swan, my drudge, my dear wooly rose, even a notary would notarize our bed as you knead me and I rise like bread.
Yowza
LB's picture

Troubled

I love Anne Sexton's poetry, but she was a truly troubled individual. She went through years of psychiatric treatment before taking her own life, and it was revealed she made sexual advanced toward her daughter. I don't mean to imply that this negates her poetic brilliance, but rather adds a layer of pain on top of her already dark writing.
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May Sarton

I read her poem "Autumn Sonnet" from a collection of gay and lesbian poetry. It's a beautiful, poignant yet hopeful reflection on moving on. This poem really got to me, at a time when I was trying to get over someone who could never be mine:

If I can let you go as trees let go
Their leaves, so casually, one by one;
If I can come to know what they do know,
That fall is the release, the consummation,

Then fear of time and the uncertain fruit
Would not distemper the great lucid skies
This strangest autumn, mellow and acute.

If I can take the dark with open eyes
And call it seasonal, not harsh or strange
(for love itself may need a time of sleep)
And, treelike, stand unmoved before the change,
Lose what I lose to keep what I can keep,
The strong root still alive under the snow,
Love will endure - if I can let you go.
-May Sarton (1972) 

 

"If she had touched me, I would've been hers and not my own. Not ever again." - The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle

LB's picture

Vincent

I'd be remiss if I didn't add Edna St. Vincent Millay to the list. She's surely one of the most renowned, especially Afternoon on a Hill:

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.   

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!

colorcolorcolors.'s picture

She's the best. Period.

She's the best. Period.
Kel's picture

Where is Vincent?!

Absolutely agreed. There is none better then Vincent. End of story.

Hell, she was the first woman to win the Pulizter Prize for poetry. Why is she not on this list!?! :P

JamieA's picture

Edna rocks

She was a rock star in her day. Hundreds of people would show up to hear her work.
kellie.r.c.'s picture

she is

pretty amazing.

journey is my favorite poem.

colorcolorcolors.'s picture

What?! No Edna?

Come on, you must include Edna St. Vincent Millay.

 

Witch-Wife

She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine; 
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.

She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun ‘tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of coloured beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.

She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,

And she never will be all mine. 

 

 

I don't believe that there is anyone here that cannot relate to that. 

Sarah Warn's picture

Edna St. Vincent Millay is my favorite too

My book of Edna St. Vincent Millay poems is one of the few books of poetry I travel with.

These are a few of my favorite lines.

These lines are from one of the best poems about grief I've read:


"There are a hundred places where I fear
to go, - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is  no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him."

And this one about a lost love: 

I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

And then of course, there's the classic "First Fig," the patron poem of workaholics like me:

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light!

Plus there's all the poems about being underestimated because she's a woman, which I love.

Too many great ones to list, really!

LB's picture

First Fig

Aw shucks, of course "First Fig" is an even better known example than "Afternoon on a Hill". I actually remember an occasion on which my grandfather recited this poem to me. He's an Army vet from the deep South without a highschool diploma -- not exactly the type you'd expect to quote lines from memory! I think the short length helps ;-)
Melissa Hsu's picture

Amen to Edna

One of my favorite poets of all time -- see username --

I, too, have to include her in my small box of traveling books

lucky cat's picture

first off

i want to say how fantastic it is to have something on poetry, too many people are dismissive of it, i fear. however (and i guess it's to be expected on an american site), with the exception of sappho, all your featured poets are americans. what about carol anne duffy? tipped to be the next british poet laurete, possibly one of our most popular contemporary poets. what about jackie kay (who admittedly is a better prose writer than poet, but even so), what about ua fanthorpe?

still brilliant to see though, and thanks!

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Audre Lorde! :)

Audre Lorde! I fell in love with her book Zami: A New Spelling of My Name when I took an english class last year in college, and her book was a required reading. She's such an amazing writer. Best book that I had to read that was required thus far.

 

:) 

notshane's picture

Rapture by Carol Ann Duffy

Rapture by Carol Anne Duffy (Scottish)

Book of love poems written like a narrative, about an affair, from begining to end. She has had a fairly high profile lesbian relationship in the past, with another well known writer.

Here's the first poem:

Falling in love

is glamorous hell;

the crouched, parched heart

like a tiger ready to kill;

a flame's fierce licks under the skin.

Into my life,

larger than life,

beautiful, you strolled in.'

Exquisite and lyrical...I devoured the whole book in one sitting :)

 

 

mandaa's picture

I love rudyard kipling,

I love rudyard kipling, edgar allen poe and carol ann duffy; her expression is sublime. my favourite poem by her is Valentine

 

Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife
 -----
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Carol Ann Duffy

Carol Ann Duffy is an esquisite poet.  There are very few poets who can write so bluntly and yet so lyrically.  She is also technically brilliant.  The structure of her poetry is interestingly in contrast to her modern themes and voice.

'Warming Her Pearls' is a beautiful and erotic love poem. 

Warming Her Pearls
for Judith Radstone

Next to my own skin, her pearls. My mistress
bids me wear them, warm them, until evening
when I´ll brush her hair. At six, I place them
round her cool, white throat. All day I think of her,

resting in the Yellow Room, contemplating silk
or taffeta, which gown tonight? She fans herself
whilst I work willingly, my slow heat entering
each pearl. Slack on my neck, her rope.

She´s beautiful. I dream about her
in my attic bed; picture her dancing
with tall men, puzzled by my faint, persistent scent
beneath her French perfume, her milky stones.

I dust her shoulders with a rabbit´s foot,
watch the soft blush seep through her skin
like an indolent sigh. In her looking-glass
my red lips part as though I want to speak.

Full moon. Her carriage brings her home. I see
her every movement in my head.... Undressing,
taking off her jewels, her slim hand reaching
for the case, slipping naked into bed, the way

she always does.... And I lie here awake,
knowing the pearls are cooling even now
in the room where my mistress sleeps. All night
I feel their absence and I burn.

Carol Ann Duffy (b. 1955), from: Selling Manhattan (Anvil Press Poetry 1987)

 

She was overlooked for poet laureate in the late 90s for the insipid Andrew Motion. Which was a crying shame for the country.

sirdykesalot's picture

Apparently it's what she

Apparently it's what she wanted though.  She was quoted as saying  "I will not write a poem for Edward and Sophie.  No self-respecting poet should have to.".
notshane's picture

Mary Oliver

I discovered Mary Oliver when her poems kept being quoted by my buddhist teachers, so I finally started reading her books. Here's one of my favourites:

Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

RooMcRoo's picture

Mary Oliver is amazing

I absolutely love the poetry of Mary Oliver!  There's nothing like a quiet day outside reading her words. 

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.
miss modular's picture

another to the list

... pat califia.

yeah :)

miss modular's picture

oh, and

... dorothy porter, who wrote the monkey's mask. great book, terrible film.
kate's picture

Andrea Gibson!!!

Definitely my favourite. Even though she's a contemporary poet. She has a new book out called "Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns"... gotta love that.

She has heaps of videos on youtube, otherwise audio poems on her myspace:

www.myspace.com/andreagibson

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"Strong people don't need strong leaders" - Ella Baker

www.youtube.com/user/katejb2

JamieA's picture

I agree

I heard Andrea Gibson at the National Women's Music Festival this year and she was awesome.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKlqzdKEUrU

We did a big jam right after she did that amazing piece:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JKYR7KoEd8

Madbumblebee's picture

Yay Poetry!!

This is a great article. I'm sad that prospective Poet Laureat (sp?) Carol Ann Duffy wasn't mentioned, but glad other readers have suggested her. Only poem of hers that I can think of off the top of my head is Warming Her Pearls cos I had to study it.

 One thing, the dates for Gertrude Stein are wrong, it should be 1874-1946 not 1925. :)

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Renée Vivien and Radclyffe Hall

I know that their poetry was quite flowery and quite typical of the lyrical, over-the-top style popular in the early 19th century, but their poetry was very passionate and beautiful. Not to mention that they were both very fascinating, talented and rather eccentric women!

Hip To The Beat, Mommie-O!

Heather Aimee O'Neill's picture

It's so nice to see so many

It's so nice to see so many people passionate about poetry!  Trust me, there were plenty of poets I wanted to include on this list but didn't have the space.  Maybe we can do a part two.  I'll definitely check out some of these suggestions, especially Carol Anne Duffy.  I know of her but I'm not familiar with her work.  Thanks again for the suggestions and keep them coming!  Best, Heather 
realitywrites's picture

Now this is a subject I know about!

Awesome! Great photos of these ladies too. You already mentioned Edna, but what about H.D. she was not only a brilliant poet in a long term lesbian relationship raising a child, but she also acted and modeled!

for those of you interested in contemporary poetry there are two excellent chap books that take a very cool slant on the feminine ideal. Neither of the poets are lesbians but the books are pretty fantastic:

1. "Figure Studies" by poet laureat of Virginia and 2006 pulitzer prize winner Claudia Emerson

2. "Lizzie Borden In Love" by Julianna Baggott

Enjoy!

 

"Lift up your lyres! Sing on! But as for me, I seek your sister whither she is gone."

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

jplan's picture

Katherine Lee Bates

Though I know I'm a bit partial since she's a Wellesley alum, I can't believe Katherine Lee Bates was left off the list. She wasn't as prolific a writer as some of these other women, but she did write "America the Beautiful" and wrote a beautiful book of poetry on the death of her partner of 25 years, Katharine Coman (who founded the Economics Department here at Wellesley).

Here's a sample from that book (Yellow Clover: A Book of Remembrance, to Katharine Coman):

My sorry asks no healing; it is love;

Let love then make me brave

To bear the keen hurts of

This careless summertide,

Ay, of our own poor flower,

Changed with our fatal hour,

For all its sunshine vanished when you died.

Only white cover blossoms on your grave.

Another fun fact: Professor Bates (she taught English) is credited with creating the character of Mrs. Claus. Santa was a bachelor before she wrote Goody Santa Claus on a Sleigh Ride.

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I love Marilyn Hacker

she's one of the few writers I know of who can write a villanelle or sestina so subtly that I don't realize what it is until the fourth stanza! Love her so much.

Also, a new poet: Jennifer Perrine. She's wonderful, fresh, and writes a lot of queer content. All of you reading this post should check her out!

Malinda Lo's picture

Another one for Edna St. Vincent Millay

I'm a big fan of Edna St. Vincent Millay, too. My favorite of her poems is "Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies." Not exactly cheery or romantic, but for some reason I've always loved it. I've posted it here.

www.malindalo.com

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Gottlieb

Love Daphne Gottlieb

Contemporary/queer/refershingly honest.

 

This poem speeks to me about the perpetual mental/emotional gymnastics of navigating straight society.

the frightening truth about desire

it's on but
i don't know
whether i want
to be
her, f@$k her
or borrow
her clothes.

 

My language edit!

cosmiccowgirl's picture

Great list!!

I've always found it interesting that if you make a list of all the greatest women poets in English without regard to sexual orientation, the great majority of them are lesbians.

Lucychromosome's picture

wow..

well I joined just to reply to this...  .you left out some vital women..

 

Gloria Azanalduas..."You've shut the door again to escape the darkness

only it's pitch black in that closet.

some buried part of you prevailed,

elected me to pry open a crack,

hear the unvoiced plea see the animal behind the bars of your eyelashes"

 

And my favorite of all Cherrie Moraga--"loving you has this kind of desperation to it, 

like do or die, I 

having eyed you from the first time you made the decision to move from your stool

and live dangerously. 

Maintaining this wartime morality where being queer

and female is as warrior as we can get. "

 

 

chilaxing's picture

Great Article

I'll definitely be checking out some of these writersl I was stoked to see an article about poetry.

 

Rainbowfish's picture

Many Wonderful Women Poets

Hands down, Cherríe Moraga is my favorite:

There resides in her, as in me, a woman far greater
than our bodies
can inhabit,
so I stay
and take what I can
in thick drops
like oil that leaks
from the cave of anger
wrestling between her legs.

From "Loving in the War Years"

 

I also admire the work of the late Gloria Anzaldua. Check out her wonderful book "Borderlands/La Frontera."

 

Jan Clausen, author of "Apples and Oranges," also has a beautiful poem called "After Touch."

after late evenings filled with women

after talk

or touch

 

after a song by Janis Joplin

and a woman's body in my arms

quite by accident, swaying

and slowly stepping in a dance

like those dances of high school

back at the dawn of sex

after kissing my friends a safe goodbye at the door

 

 

after the long ride underground.....

 and the cab ride.....

five blocks home from the station

 

after hot showers,

hot chocolate and

books


i lie down in bed

beside the dark shape of a man

 thinking of women

 

 

 

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LBQ Poets Who Paved The Way For Next Generations of LBQ

www.myspace.com/lunakiss7

... poets Oh I'm so tired but I must add my two cents. I'm glad some ladies mention great female poets like Sappho, Audre Lorde, Emily Dickinson, A.R., who are some of my favorite.  Let's not forget the ones that are still paving the way  like StacyAnn C. I wish I knew countless other female poets at the top of my head but I don't. 

Nice list. Anybody know any more female LBQ poets that are sttill alive. Personally, I'm working on a book of poems. I include myself, anyhoo, let me know. I  would like to look them up and add them to my collection.

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don't forget spoken word!

Though I'm a big fan of several poets already mentioned, like  Edna St. Vincent Millay, Audre Lorde, and Emily Dickinson (who is SO gay, as my girlfriend/English student says), I also enjoy reading the works of certain more contemporary LGBTQ writers, like Gloria Anzaldua and Cherrie Moraga. 

There's a lot of queer female poets breaking ground in spoken word and slam poetry, like Jamaican-born Staceyann Chin (especially "Feminist or Womanist", check it out on YouTube), Alix Olson ("Cute for a Girl"), and Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, who wrote Consensual Genocide, a book I checked out from the library and renewed five times. Here's the first and last stanzas of her poem "A love poem for Sakia Gunn":

Sakia           looking at your face on the memorial website
I know I could've fallen in love with you
so easy when I was sixteen

You could've met my eyes just once
wearing rainbow rings that were brave, not cheesy
We could've been taking that late train back to Newark
falling sticky stars all over each other in the vinyl seat 

Sakia
you were just trying to get home
We
are all trying to get there
with you
to that place       where we can suck our breath
all the way down
where they do not end us

(Sakia Gunn was a young black lesbian murdered in New Jersey in 2003, victim of a hate crime.) I suggest you check out Leah's website, brownstargirl.com, if you want to read more.

As a spoken word poet myself, I know how scary yet empowering it can be to perform poems that are often very personal in front of a roomful of total strangers, and I think the roots of spoken word make it more open to marginalized voices, voices of women, queer folks, people of color, or any combination...Hearing a love poem by a queer poet performing at my college basically made me realize the feelings I had towards a girl were more than platonic, so I credit spoken word in my whole coming-out process!

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Red Summer

I would like to add Red Summer to the list of contemporary lesbian poets and spoken word artists.  Her first book of poetry "First Person" is phenomenal.  You can learn more about her work at www.twofingerspress.com.  She is currently on tour and can find her tour schedule on the website.  If you check out the "U People" vlog on afterellen, I think she is on the first episode as well.

 

Smile_4_Me

dj shiva's picture

wow

i was gonna write about a few of my faves, but then i read those lines about saskia gunn and got hit with that cannonball to the stomach and now i am just sitting here stunned and thanking you for introducing me to this poet's work.

 

Traveler's picture

Nobel Prize winner

Gabriela Mistral was the first Latin American Nobel laureate and despite being as famous as Pablo Neruda in her time, is practically unknown here in the US. Which is a shame as her work is well worth checking out.

If you don't read Spanish, there's a translation by Ursula K. Le Guin (yes, that Ursula K. Le Guin):

Selected Poems of Gabrieal Mistral, (2003), University of New Mexico Press

Actually, the collection contains both the original Spanish poems and the English translations. There's some dispute about her sexuality; there's the offical version which has her pining after a long dead male love and goes on at great length about her work as a educator, and the other version which details some of her love affairs with women.

Basically, she was a dynamic woman and an excellent poet. Well worth remembering on lists like these.

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Olga Broumas

Olga Broumas should definitely be on this list. She's a formalist, but so much of what she writes is intensely erotic:

... I had forgotten all this time
how good it is to sit by water
in sun all day and never have to leave
the river moving

as no lover ever moved
widehipped deadsure and delicate --
after a while i cannot bear
to look ...

("Oregon Landscape with Lost Lover").

I also have a soft spot for Judy Grahn -- her best poems make me laugh out loud.

Metapoetics
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rayray's picture

I also immediately thought

I also immediately thought of Carol Ann Duffy. I LOVE this poem:

 

Words, Wide Night
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you

and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Also I really enjoy Charlotte Mew's poetry!! Check her out.
JamieA's picture

Chocolate Waters is great

I love her work, especially her sense of humor. I first heard her years ago at a lesbian event. She still does a performance once in a while in New York City.

www.myspace.com/chocolatewaters

Writer's Block

Today the moon is in Aquarius

It's your sign

It'll help you write

I laughed for spite

For all I know the moon is in Detroit

And it isn't helping me either

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Elizabeth Bishop

I absolutely love Bishop's work. I'm so glad she was apart of the list. 

 

Lullaby.

Adult and Child 

sink to their rest. 

At sea the big ship sinks and dies,

lead in its breast.

 

Lullaby.

Let nations rage,

let nations fall.

The shadow of the crib makes an enormous cage

upon the wall 

 

Lullaby.

Sleep on and on

war's over soon. 

Drop the silly, harmless toy, 

pick up the moon.

 

Lullaby.

If they should say 

you have no sense,

don't you mind them; it won't make 

much difference

 

Lullaby.

Adult and Child 

sink to their rest. 

At sea the big ship sinks and dies,

lead in its breast.