30 days of poems: day six
Photo: Daniil Dugaev Mysterious Neighbors (by Connie Wanek) Country people rise early as their distant lights testify. They don’t hold water in common. Each house has a personal source, like a bank...
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FRAGMENTS OF LAS IMPOSIBLES To the Students of Honduras and Nicaragua. (by William Carlos Williams*, from By Word of Mouth: Poems from the Spanish 1916–1959) I am the first love. I am the enchantment....
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WINTER IN THE CITY OF FRIENDSHIP (by Mary Karr*, from The Devil’s Tour) Friend, some nights when I smoke on the fire escape, I search beyond the snow-plowed streets to the cold blue light of the study...
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Mamie (by Carl Sandburg, from Chicago Poems) Mamie beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana town and dreamed of romance and big things off somewhere the way the railroad trains all ran. She...
View Articleon wanting to be famous
This is what I want; it is 100% what I strive for, and this poem is the most true thing I’ve read in a very long time. Filed under: poetry
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A Fantasy By Louise Gluck I’ll tell you something: every day people are dying. And that’s just the beginning. Every day, in funeral homes, new widows are born, new orphans. They sit with their hands...
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I Am Waiting By Lawrence Ferlinghetti I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail and I am waiting for...
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Making A Fist By Naomi Shihab Nye We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men. —Jorge Luis Borges For the first time, on the road north of Tampico, I felt the life sliding out of me, a...
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Less Time By Richard Brautigan Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I’ve taken account of everything, there you have it. I’ve made a census of the stones, they are as...
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A Father To His Son By Carl Sandburg A father sees his son nearing manhood. What shall he tell that son? ‘Life is hard; be steel; be a rock.’ And this might stand him for the storms and serve him for...
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Photo: Daniil Dugaev Mysterious Neighbors (by Connie Wanek) Country people rise early as their distant lights testify. They don’t hold water in common. Each house has a personal source, like a bank...
View Article30 days of poems: day seven
FRAGMENTS OF LAS IMPOSIBLES To the Students of Honduras and Nicaragua. (by William Carlos Williams*, from By Word of Mouth: Poems from the Spanish 1916–1959) I am the first love. I am the enchantment....
View Article30 days of poems: day eight
WINTER IN THE CITY OF FRIENDSHIP (by Mary Karr*, from The Devil’s Tour) Friend, some nights when I smoke on the fire escape, I search beyond the snow-plowed streets to the cold blue light of the study...
View Article30 days of poems: day nine
Mamie (by Carl Sandburg, from Chicago Poems) Mamie beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana town and dreamed of romance and big things off somewhere the way the railroad trains all ran. She...
View Articleon wanting to be famous
This is what I want; it is 100% what I strive for, and this poem is the most true thing I’ve read in a very long time. Filed under: poetry Tagged: Naomi Shihab Nye, poetry
View Article30 days of poetry, day twenty-seven
I Am Waiting By Lawrence Ferlinghetti I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail and I am waiting for...
View Article30 days of poetry, day twenty-eight
Making A Fist By Naomi Shihab Nye We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men. —Jorge Luis Borges For the first time, on the road north of Tampico, I felt the life sliding out of me, a...
View Article30 days of poetry, day twenty-nine
Less Time By Richard Brautigan Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I’ve taken account of everything, there you have it. I’ve made a census of the stones, they are as...
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A Father To His Son By Carl Sandburg A father sees his son nearing manhood. What shall he tell that son? ‘Life is hard; be steel; be a rock.’ And this might stand him for the storms and serve him for...
View Articlethoughts on hearing about the death of Adrienne Rich
You can read Adrienne Rich’s biography in The New York Times obituary, which calls her …a poet of towering reputation and towering rage, whose work — distinguished by an unswerving progressive vision...
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