Ursula K. Le Guin

Ursula K. Le Guin (1929-2018) was the author of numerous novels, volumes of short stories, collections of essays, books for children, volumes of poetry and translation, and received many honors and awards including Hugo, Nebula, National Book Award, PEN-Malamud.

Spring 1987

Pane

By Ursula K. Le Guin

You have painted (out) me consenting as a silver film molecularly thin backed by a slick of black. Where am I? Look and you’ll see yourself       clearly (and the backward […]

Spring 1987

In That Ohio

By Ursula K. Le Guin

They ring bells in the marshes, little bells in the evening in choruses. It is trilling season. A bird before sunrise sings B, B-flat, B, over and over and all […]

Fall 1979

Wordhoard

By Ursula K. Le Guin

The dragon splays her belly on the gold, Gross hoarder, hot-eyed miser, Holding all the earth can give to hold And none the wiser. Dumbness deadness darkness is your nest. […]

Fall 1979

Vita Amicae

By Ursula K. Le Guin

When you were rain you fell when you were cup you held when you were whole you broke    loud, loud you spoke    when you were bell When you were way […]

Fall 1979

Amazed

By Ursula K. Le Guin

The center is not where the center is but where I will be when I follow the lines of stones that wind about a center that is not there       but there. […]

Fall 1979

Self

By Ursula K. Le Guin

You cannot measure the circumference but there are centerpoints: stones, and a woman washing at a ford, the water runs red-brown from what she washes. The mouths of caves. The […]

Winter 1979

Malheur County

By Ursula K. Le Guin

“Edward,” said his mother-in-law, “face the facts. You can’t withdraw from your life. People aren’t going to let you. You’re too useful, too likeable, too goodlooking even, though you don’t […]

In that Ohio

By Ursula K. Le Guin

From The Kenyon Review, New Series, Spring, 1987, Vol. IX, No. 2 They ring bells in the marshes, little bells in the evening in choruses. It is trilling season. A […]