John Yau (born June 5, 1950) is an American poet and critic.
- But you were brushing out your hair
and singing to yourself.
And, for a moment, I think I saw
what those artists saw —
someone half in love with herself
and half in love with the world.
- "January 18, 1979" lines 7-12, Corpse and Mirror, Henry Holt, 1983
- Why isn't there more meat on this chicken
It's as if the damned thing began starving itself
once it knew what the future had in store for it
Is this what they mean by "organic"
- "Domestic Bliss" lines 10-13, Borrowed Love Poems, Penguin, 2002