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Bernadette Mayer was born on May 12, 1945, in Brooklyn, New York. She received her BA from the New School for Social Research in 1967.

She is the author of numerous books of poetry and prose, including: Eating the Colors of a Lineup of Words: The Early Books of Bernadette Mayer (Station Hill Press, 2015),  Poetry State Forest (New Directions, 2008), Scarlet Tanager (New Directions, 2005), Two Haloed Mourners (Granary Books, 1998), Proper Name and Other Stories (New Directions, 1996), The Desires of Mothers to Please Others in Letters (Hard Press Editions, 1994), The Bernadette Mayer Reader (New Directions, 1992), Sonnets (Tender Buttons Press, 1989), Midwinter Day (New Directions, 1982), The Golden Book of Words (Angel Hair Books, 1978), and Ceremony Latin (Angel Hair Books, 1964).

From 1967 to 1969, Mayer and conceptual artist Vito Acconci edited the journal 0 TO 9. With her husband, writer and publisher Lewis Warsh, she edited United Artists Press. She has taught writing workshops at The Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church in New York City for many years and she served as the Poetry Project's director during the 1980s. Bernadette Mayer lives in East Nassau, New York.


Selected Bibliography

Eating the Colors of a Lineup of Words: The Early Books of Bernadette Mayer (Station Hill Press, 2015)
Poetry State Forest (New Directions, 2008)
Scarlet Tanager (New Directions, 2005)
Two Haloed Mourners (Granary Books, 1998)
Proper Name and Other Stories (New Directions, 1996)
The Desires of Mothers to Please Others in Letters (Hard Press Editions, 1994)
The Bernadette Mayer Reader (New Directions, 1992)
Sonnets (Tender Buttons Press, 1989)
Midwinter Day (New Directions, 1982)
The Golden Book of Words (Angel Hair Books, 1978)
Ceremony Latin (Angel Hair Books, 1964)

Kristin's Dream In November

Bernadette Mayer, 1945

I went thru the turnstyle to the party
In the risqué penthouse that was not
A penthouse, I followed people but maybe
They weren't people, it was ethical
To follow them over the edges of the balloons
Until we found some tapsons to eat, heartily
We indulged & found the right move in relation
To the movements of the lion's mouth, the mouth
Which counted all who entered & left waywardly
Haphazardly the immigrant sphere where
Frozen petals fell behind the red curtain
So slowly they woke me like a knock on door #7
         Behind which I'm dreaming
         & trying to tango remorselessly

Copyright © 2011 by Bernadette Mayer. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2011 by Bernadette Mayer. Used with permission of the author.

Bernadette Mayer

Bernadette Mayer

Bernadette Mayer is the author of numerous books of poetry and prose, including: Poetry State Forest (New Directions, 2008). 

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First turn to me after a shower,
you come inside me sideways as always

in the morning you ask me to be on top of you,
then we take a nap, we’re late for school

you arrive at night inspired and drunk,
there is no reason for our clothes

we take a bath and lie down facing each other,
then later we turn over,
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I saw a great teapot
I wanted to get you this stupendous
100% cotton royal blue and black checked shirt,
There was a red and black striped one too
Then I saw these boots at a place called Chuckles
They laced up to about two inches above your ankles
All leather and in red, black or purple
It was hard to have no
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I write this love as all transition
As if I'm in instinctual flight,
                                    a small lady bug
With only two black dots on its back
Climbs like a blind turtle on my pen
And begins to drink ink in the light
                                             of tradition
We're allowed to crowd