Len Krisak

Len Krisak is an American poet. He has taught at Brandeis, Northeastern University, and Stonehill College.

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"Last night, the winds went wild at war, their gusts and gales made chaos swarm, and then . . . they weren’t there anymore."
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LARKINESQUE The trees have shed their leaves at last, Like something over — done and said. How shall their settled piles be read Now that fall is dead and past? Perhaps like sibyl’s words that ...
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IMAGE Between the sunset and the window shade, The maple leaves were quaking in the wind. I saw the shaken shadows that they made As if in fear — as if they were afraid That ...
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36 WEST PITMAN What witches, what magicians, but . . . they needed Sixty years — the slowest sleight of hand On record. Did they fail to understand We were sufficiently distracted on Our own ...
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LEAVES: THREE TANKAS Fall comes. He watches Their dying flames fill the eaves And ground their splotches In slow-browning, flattened sheaves: Loss over which no one grieves. * Their coming down makes The ground a cereal bowl Of brown. ...

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CRITIC The black-capped skull obliviously alert (My stare had not yet caught its yellow eye),                                        His head jerked left then right. Between each stab: the hooked neb, pricking at              An upturned breast, its puff of ...
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CRITIC The black-capped skull obliviously alert (My stare had not yet caught its yellow eye),                                        His head jerked left then right. Between each stab: the hooked neb, pricking at              An upturned breast, its puff of ...
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SNOW DROPS First useless spears against the humus’s black backdrop, then collapse to heads hung down in puny lampshade petals: collapse without bud-burst. Autochthonous, unsown, their whited time condensed, they bell in clusters. No tongue claps and will not stop. The freak wind blusters. Down ...