Bill Knott was originally known as Saint Giraud, and first received recognition with The Naomi Poems, which were published in 1968. Among his many books of poetry are Auto-necrophilia, Love Poems [...]
How as to lean my non-eon on autumn’s roan Undoing, to smile while the stymies crawl All over me and the prismatic blindfold Around my testicles creaks: guess this house No longer knows [...]
Who wrote that we use our children to forget the size of our parents, or is that really a quote? And if it isn’t, and if I forget to write it, does that mean that someone will — But [...]
(after reading Plath and Sexton) Eyelashes did their job: they lengthened the afternoon, like a dress-hem. Then that night the hem began to rise, in stages revealing scenes from my shameful life. [...]