Quotation by Carolyn Kizer

Whose denizens can turn upon the world
With spitting tongue, an odor, talon, claw,
To sting or soil benevolence, alien
As our clumsy traps, our random scatter of shot.
She swept to the kitchen. Turning on the tap,
She washed and washed the pity from her hands.
Carolyn Kizer (b. 1925), U.S. poet. The Intruder (l. 25–30). . .

Introduction to Poetry, An. X. J. Kennedy, ed. (6th ed., 1986) Little, Brown & Company.
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