Yukio Mishima swore he’d die a beautiful corpse.
It was the age. The sixties feared the thirties.
At thirty something you got over it
And now that you approach thirty twice over
Not a corpse and not beautiful
You no longer read Mishima.
Turning 30 Twice Over
Published online June 01, 2010
“CVII published some poems of mine early in the seventies and I am grateful for that, grateful the way only a young poet hoping to prove that she is a poet can be to see her poems in print among others. Literary magazines allow young poets to enter the expanding room and join the conversation that is literature. This old poet is grateful too that you have kept the conversation going for thirty-five years. Congratulations, and thank you.”
— Mary di Michele
