Swander, Mary 1996
Wednesday, November 13, 1996
with Nancy Mairs
with Nancy Mairs
It floats toward you:
a mother, a fish,
something without breath,
shiny, washed smooth
as the skin of a leech.
– Mary Swander, “In A Dream”
Listen to Mary Swander’s 1996 reading for the Poetry Center of Chicago:
Watch Mary Swander read some of her poetry:
Aspen, oak, Kentucky-Coffee-Bean trees,
Dead leaves shaped like mouths falling
From the limbs. A silence descending
With the evening spreads across the
Arched backs of the rocks, their bellies
– Mary Swander, “Dutton’s Cave”
Watch this interview with Mary Swander:
