Self Portrait

By Cynthia Cruz Cynthia Cruz
I did not want my body
Spackled in the world’s
Black beads and broke
Diamonds. What the world

Wanted, I did not. Of the things
It wanted. The body of Sunday
Morning, the warm wine and
The blood. The dripping fox

Furs dragged through the black New
York snow—the parked car, the pearls,
To the first pew—the funders,
The trustees, the bloat, the red weight of

The world. Their faces. I wanted not
That. I wanted Saint Francis, the love of
His animals. The wolf, broken and bleeding—
That was me.

Cynthia Cruz, “Self Portrait” from The Glimmering Room. Copyright © 2012 by Cynthia Cruz. Reprinted by permission of Four Way Books.

Source: The Glimmering Room (Four Way Books, 2012)

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Poet Cynthia Cruz

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Subjects Living, The Body, The Mind, Social Commentaries, Cities & Urban Life

Poetic Terms Free Verse, Quatrain

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Born in Germany, Cynthia Cruz grew up in northern California. She earned her BA at Mills College and her MFA at Sarah Lawrence College. She is the author of Ruin (2006) and The Glimmering Room (2012). Her poems have appeared in numerous literary journals and magazines, including The New Yorker, AGNI, The American Poetry Review, Brown Paper, Boston Review, Denver Quarterly, Guernica, and The Paris Review, and in anthologies . . .

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SUBJECT Living, The Body, The Mind, Social Commentaries, Cities & Urban Life

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Poetic Terms Free Verse, Quatrain

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