Amusing Our Daughters

after Po Chü-i,
for Robert Creeley

We don’t lack people here on the Northern coast,

But they are people one meets, not people one cares for.

So I bundle my daughters into the car

And with my brother poets, go to visit you, brother.

Here come your guests! A swarm of strangers and children;

But the strangers write verses, the children are daughters like yours.

We bed down on mattresses, cots, roll up on the floor:

Outside, burly old fruit trees in mist and rain;

In every room, bundles asleep like larvae.

We waken and count our daughters. Otherwise, nothing happens.

You feed them sweet rolls and melon, drive them all to the zoo;

Patiently, patiently, ever the father, you answer their questions.

Later, we eat again, drink, listen to poems.

Nothing occurs, though we are aware you have three daughters

Who last year had four. But even death becomes part of our ease:

Poems, parenthood, sorrow, all we have learned

From these of tenderness, holds us together

In the center of life, entertaining daughters

By firelight, with cake and songs.

You, my brother, are a good and violent drinker,

Good at reciting short-line or long-line poems.

In time we will lose all our daughters, you and I,

Be temperate, venerable, content to stay in one place,

Sending our messages over the mountains and waters.

Copyright Credit: Carolyn Kizer, “Amusing Our Daughters” from Cool, Calm, and Collected: Poems 1960-2000. Copyright © 2001 by Carolyn Kizer. Reprinted with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P. O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.coppercanyonpress.org.

Source: Cool Calm and Collected: Poems 1960-2000 (Copper Canyon Press, 2001)