Poem A Day – Nov. 21, 2016
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White Sands
Arthur Sze
– Walking along a ridge of white sand –
it’s cooler below the surface –
we stop and, gazing at an expanse
of dunes to the ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 18, 2016
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The afterlife of fame
David Trinidad
is dark
a neglected mansion
with vanishing court
rats in the empty pool
and antiquated actress
languishing
as ghost of her famous self
flickers ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 17, 2016
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Fragment
Rupert Brooke
I strayed about the deck, an hour, to-night
Under a cloudy moonless sky; and peeped
In at the windows, watched my friends at table,
Or playing cards, ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 16, 2016
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Love Songs (Section III)
Mina Loy
We might have coupled
In the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment
Or broken flesh with one another
At the profane communion table
Where wine ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 15, 2016
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Ducks Sat
Michele Glazer
Where ducks sat we sat next
And wanted to be Dutch.
If we would walk upright and not
Glance right or left the intersections
Would not come at us
Sideways, ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 14, 2016
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Psalm
Paisley Rekdal
Too soon, perhaps, for fruit. And the broad branches,
ice-sheathed early, may bear none. But still the woman
waits, with her ladder and sack, for something ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 13, 2016
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from “Mount Carmel and the Blood of Parnassus”
Anais Duplan
Let us enter this again. In the context of this paragraph,
we are hurtling backward through space, ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 12, 2016
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Weir Farm
Marilyn Nelson
National Historic Site, Connecticut
Not vistas, but a home-sized landscape,
beloved rooms storied, painted, lived.
A farm bought with a painting
and ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 11, 2016
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Coldness in Love
D.H. Lawrence
And you remember, in the afternoon
The sea and the sky went grey, as if there had sunk
A flocculent dust on the floor of the world: the festoon
Of ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 10, 2016
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Crude Lament
William Carlos Williams
Mother of flames,
The men that went ahunting
Are asleep in the snow drifts.
You have kept the fire burning!
Crooked fingers that pull
Fuel ... Continue Reading →
