Bernadette Mayer
Born
in Brooklyn, New York, The United States
May 12, 1945
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Midwinter Day
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published
1982
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4 editions
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A Bernadette Mayer Reader
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published
1992
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4 editions
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Sonnets
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published
1989
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7 editions
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Milkweed Smithereens
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published
2022
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2 editions
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The Helens of Troy, New York
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published
2013
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5 editions
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Works & Days
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published
2016
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3 editions
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Memory
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published
1975
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2 editions
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Scarlett Tanager: Poetry
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published
2005
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Poetry State Forest
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published
2008
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2 editions
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The Desires of Mothers to Please Others in Letters (The Literature Profile Series, 1)
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published
1994
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3 editions
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“[Sonnet] You jerk you didn't call me up"
You jerk you didn't call me up
I haven't seen you in so long
You probably have a fucking tan
& besides that instead of making love tonight
You're drinking your parents to the airport
I'm through with you bourgeois boys
All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts
Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but
Nowadays you guys settle for a couch
By a soporific color cable t.v. set
Instead of any arc of love, no wonder
The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time
Wake up! It's the middle of the night
You can either make love or die at the hands of the Cobra Commander
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To make love, turn to page 121.
To die, turn to page 172.”
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You jerk you didn't call me up
I haven't seen you in so long
You probably have a fucking tan
& besides that instead of making love tonight
You're drinking your parents to the airport
I'm through with you bourgeois boys
All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts
Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but
Nowadays you guys settle for a couch
By a soporific color cable t.v. set
Instead of any arc of love, no wonder
The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time
Wake up! It's the middle of the night
You can either make love or die at the hands of the Cobra Commander
_________________
To make love, turn to page 121.
To die, turn to page 172.”
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“I don’t know why we sleep or wake or why one dreams a fast bombastic image and the other memory’s faintest trace which anyway haunts the day, if you look hard through the flawed window glass you can begin to see the lightest rain or snow but it’s not there, now I can see it on the books and on the walls, it’s in my eyes, I shouldn’t even mention it, yet do you see it.”
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