Archive for the 'Poetry' Category

Poem for 20 April 2005: From There to Here

Wednesday, April 20th, 2005

Via Can We Have Our Ball Back?:
From There To Here
Kerry O’Keefe
When he said that 14th century paintings of Christ
changed his heart, she was thinking of the way
his face changed her. How there was nothing but
to dismantle a life. Her husband left the house
in anger. Children thrashed in unspeakable grief.
For months, the beginnings [...]

Poem for 19 April 2005: Mad Ramblings

Tuesday, April 19th, 2005

Via Can We Have Our Ball Back?:
Mad Ramblings
K.R. Copeland
like the irritating scrapestrum
of a bum-leg pacing pavement
facing back against filmed windows
with no panes
pangs of anger, hate and hunger
make their statements in a rush
of uproarious orations
spat from fangs of grim distrust
mustard smudged across the bun
a revelation
One way to observe National Poetry Month is to organize a [...]

Poem for 18 April 2005: The Rider

Monday, April 18th, 2005

The Rider
Sarah Manguso
Some believe the end will come in the form of a mathematical equation.
Others believe it will descend as a shining horse.
I calculate the probabilities to be even at fifty percent:
Either a thing will happen or it won’t.
I open a window,
I unmake the bed,
Somehow, I am moving closer to the equation or to the [...]

Poem for 17 April 2005: There Was Earth Inside Them

Sunday, April 17th, 2005

There Was Earth Inside Them
Paul Celan
There was earth inside them, and
they dug.
They dug and dug, and so
their day went past, their night. And they did not praise God,
who, so they heard, wanted all this,
who, so they heard, witnessed all this.
They dug and heard nothing more;
they did not grow wise, invented no song,
devised for themselves no [...]

Poems for 16 April 2005: Three From the Japanese

Saturday, April 16th, 2005

Today’s selections come from a book entitled One Hundred Poems From the Japanese, a collection selected and translated by Kenneth Rexroth. It’s one of my favorite collections of poetry, because the poems are all so simple and short – and yet, they are alive with imagery and emotion. Here are three:
In the empty mountains
The leaves [...]

Poem for 15 April 2005: Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge

Friday, April 15th, 2005

It’s the first few words of this sonnet that we should find the most appealing:
Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge
William Wordsworth
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,
With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned–
Albeit labouring for a scanty band
Of white-robed Scholars only–this immense
And glorious Work of fine intelligence!
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the [...]

Poem for 14 April 2005: Under the Harvest Moon

Thursday, April 14th, 2005

Under The Harvest Moon
Carl Sandburg
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.
Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
One way to observe [...]

Poem for 13 April 2005: On the Screened Porch

Wednesday, April 13th, 2005

On The Screened Porch
Elizabeth Biller Chapman
Suppertime. Corn, cooked–some milk
in the water–always threatens to boil over. You let those ears
stand, when it’s seethed, two minutes. More tender, that way.
My mother and I
at summer’s edge, the garden not as it was, but
lush, intensely green, the lawn’s near perfect.
She says, “I love the shadows long”–
[...]

Poem for 12 April 2005: The Coin Behind Your Ear

Tuesday, April 12th, 2005

The Coin Behind Your Ear
Connie Wanek
Before you knew you owned it
it was gone, stolen, and you were a fool.
How you never felt it is the wonder,
heavy and thick,
lodged deep in your hair like a burr.
You still see the smile of the magician
as he turned the coin in his long fingers,
which had so disturbed your ear
with [...]

Poem for 11 April 2005: Introduction to Poetry

Monday, April 11th, 2005

A simple, thoughtful poem by Billy Collins:
Introduction to Poetry
Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light [...]

Poem for 10 April 2005: unto thee i burn incense

Sunday, April 10th, 2005

unto thee i burn incense
ee cummings
unto thee i
burn incense
the bowl crackles
upon the gloom arise purple pencils
fluent spires of fragrance
the bowl
seethes
a flutter of stars
a turbulence of forms
delightful with indefinable flowering,
the air is
deep with desirable flowers
i think
thou lovest incense
for in the ambiguous faint aspirings
the indolent frail ascensions,
of thy smile rises the immaculate
sorrow
of thy low
hair flutter the level [...]

Poem for 9 April 2005: Jabberwocky

Saturday, April 9th, 2005

A classic bit of nonsense today, from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There.
Jabberwocky
Lewis Carroll
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, [...]