Year By Year Poems (2019)
When filmmaker Lynne Sachs turned fifty, she dedicated herself to writing a poem for every year of her life, so far.
2019
POETRY
2019
Maysles Documentary Center: A Public Dialogue, Screening & Poetry Workshop with filmmaker Lynne Sachs
In this workshop, Sachs will be in open dialogue regarding her film “Tip of My Tongue” (80 min. 2017), which accentuates the poetry and essay film within its structure.
2013
To Maya on the Occasion of her 18th Birthday
A poem for my daughter Maya on her 18th Birthday.
2012
To your health, a poem
Here is a poem I wrote before the passage of Obama’s Health Care plan. The worry continues as we speed our way toward the next election.
2012
Reflections on a Crackerjack World
Here is a poem I wrote for the Photo Essay website Saint Lucy. It’s a reflection on a photograph of a children’s birthday party.
2012
On awaiting our child, a poem
A poem about the moments of anticipation before the birth of our first child, Maya on February 10, 1995
2007
Visit to New Orleans
Visit to New Orleans Grey afternoon everything carved away gaunt woman in once-tight jeans zig-zags patterns, boulevard desolate. Archeological trash pile not for garbage collector. Everything carved away. Dogs no longer here. Old kitten dangling thread, teasing between splinters from a screen door stretching blissful open and shut by the arm of the wind. Woman […]
2004
Lilith Poetry by Lynne Sachs
Lilith Speaks to Adam Just when I am on my way to becoming, My eyes open and you are there. Is Eden large enough for the two of us? Wherever I turn, there are branches pulling at my hair, Earth between my toes and under my tongue. I slither and sometimes I use my wings. […]
2004
Original Poetry from A Biography of Lilith
Original Poetry from A Biography of Lilith by Lynne Sachs © 2004 Lilith Speaks to Adam Just when I am on my way to becoming, My eyes open and you are there. Is Eden large enough for the two of us? Wherever I turn, there are branches pulling at my hair, Earth between my toes […]
2003
To Build a House
To build a house on a mountain, I find a place in my room where a cloud meets my eye. Capture the wind with my lips. Take notice of a bird writing eloquent script across the sky. Flickering in the morning yellow, Aspen leaves turning somersaults, Dark, light, dark, light. A moon and its negative […]