
American Melancholy: Poems
Oates concentrates her powerfully unnerving sensibility into poems that challenge and haunt.
A Joyce Carol Oates Patchwork
Oates concentrates her powerfully unnerving sensibility into poems that challenge and haunt.
Because when asked what you were rebelling against you said with wonderful disdain, What’ve you got?
Because that was our answer too, that we had not such words to utter.
By Joyce Carol Oates Originally published in The New Yorker, July 28, 2015 For I will consider my Cat Cherie for she is the very apotheosis of Cat-Beauty which is […]
SMILE of course I was, I had always already begun SMILE yes certianly SMILE I laughed breathless I was plead- ing SMILE struck like paralysis SMILE! SMILE! as the darts […]
Christmas: The House Adrift in a wide white ocean of snow. Black December is a ditch winking overhead, but here beneath your parents’ roof the piecrust faces are dimpled by forks and the clock faces are round and smooth as buttons.
A poem too can be a garrote. —Anon.
By Joyce Carol Oates Originally published in the New Yorker, August 27, 2012 She’s naked yet wearing shoes. Wants to think nude. And happy in her body. Though it’s a fleshy […]