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Mona Van Duyn

I lived from 1921-2004. I was from the United States, and am in the Americas category.

Van Duyn was born in Waterloo, Iowa. She grew up in the small town of Eldora (pop. 3,200) where she read voraciously in the town library and wrote poems secretly in notebooks from her grade school years to her high school years. Van Duyn earned a B.A. degree from Northern Iowa University in 1942, and an M.A. from the University of Iowa in 1943, the year she married Jarvis Thurston. She and Thurston studied in the Ph.D. program at Iowa. In 1946 she was hired as an instructor at the University of Louisville when her husband became an assistant professor there. Together they began Perspective: A Quarterly of Literature in 1947 and shifted that journal to Washington University in St. Louis when they moved there in 1950. Van Duyn was a lecturer in the University College adult education program until her retirement in 1990. In 1983, a year after she had published her fifth book of poems, she was named an adjunct Professor in the English Department and became the "Visiting Hurst Professor" in 1987, the year she was invited to be a member of the National Institute of Arts and Letters.

Van Duyn was a friend of poet James Merrill and was instrumental in securing his papers for the Washington University Special Collections in the mid 1960s. She died of bone cancer, aged 83.

My poetry

  • Br-r-ram-m-m, rackety-am-m, OM, Am:
    All-r-r-room, r-r-ram, ala-bas-ter-
    38 lines, 3 comments
  • Ulcerated tooth keeps me awake, there is
    such pain, would have to go to the hospital to have
    128 lines, 4 comments
  • When consciousness begins to add diversity to its intensity,
    its value is no longer absolute and inexpressible. The felt variations
    32 lines
  • Here is the doctor, an abstracted lover,
    dressed as a virgin, coming to keep the tryst.
    68 lines
  • Over the gray, massed blunder of her face
    light hung crudely and apologetic sight
    19 lines
  •  
    The quake last night was nothing personal,
    23 lines
  • When summer came, we locked up our lives and fled
    to the woods in Maine, and pulled up over our heads
    36 lines
  • It has been cool so far for December, but of course the cold
    doesn't last long down here. The Bible is being fulfilled so rapidly
    62 lines

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