Siv Cedering Fox (1939-2007)

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Siv Cedering Fox (1939-2007) wrote 12 books of poetry, as well as six children’s books, two novels, and several plays (including musicals for children) and screenplays. She was born in Sweden and her family moved to America when she was 14. She also translated four books, was an exhibiting sculptor and painter, illustrated books, and wrote songs and TV programs for children. Her work was published in journals such as Harper’s, Science, Ms., and Georgia Review and in approximately 200 anthologies and textbooks. She did not have any formal training in writing beyond high school, but was mentored by poets such as William Stafford. Fox taught in graduate and undergraduate writing programs all over America. In 1969 she won the John Masefield Award from the Poetry Society of America, and the William Marion Reedy Award from the same society in 1970. In 1974 she won the Best Poems of 1973 Borestone Mountain Poetry Award, and in 1976 she was awarded the CAPS fellowship for poetry from the New York State Council on the Arts. In 1977, she won the Emily Dickinson Award from the Poetry Society of America. Fox also won the Pushcart Prize for Poetry in 1985 as well as the Science Fiction Poetry Association Rhysling Award and the New York Foundation for the Arts artist’s fellowship for poetry that same year. She often wrote about erotic themes in her poetry, and more recently explored combinations of science and legend. A few of her poetry books include Cup of Cold Water (1973), The Juggler (1977), and Twelve Pages from the Floating World (1983).

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Written by Word Works intern Monica Root October 2013


Remembrances from Linda Pastan:

We met her as Siv Fox: Hera and Aprhodite and some Nordic goddess whose name we didn’t know all rolled into one and living on Picasso Lane in Potomac—even her address was a hymn to art. With electric hair flowing to her waist, with a body to die for, it didn’t seem fair that so much talent also resided behind that warm and always welcoming smile. Her poems were startling and strong, as full of images and feeling as she was. And English wasn’t even her first language! Even after she left Potomac for Westchester (where my daughter, fittingly , received her first kiss under a sheltering Cedering tree) and later for Long Island, we continued to think of her as part of our own Washington poetry community. We still do. You can never forget so much vibrant force and beauty.

written by Linda Pastan September 2013

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