Monday, October 29, 2007

Bertrolt Brecht

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. . . from the Life of Others On a certain day in the blue-moon month of September Beneath a young pl...
Thursday, October 04, 2007

Under Milk Wood [excerpt]

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By Dylan Thomas [ Silence ] FIRST VOICE [ Very softly ] To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, star...
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Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Tulips

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by Sylvia Plath The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am l...

Joseph Brodsky: Untitled

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A list of some observations. In a corner, it's warm. A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on. Water is glass's most...
Saturday, September 29, 2007

Thomas Kinsella

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Mirror in February The day dawns, with scent of must and rain, Of opened soil, dark trees, dry bedroom air. Under the fa...
Monday, September 24, 2007

Joseph Brodsky

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TÖRNFALLET There is a meadow in Sweden where I lie smitten, eyes stained with clouds' white ins and outs. And about that meadow roams my...
Friday, July 20, 2007

Exposure

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by Seamus Heaney It is December in Wicklow: Alders dripping, birches Inheriting the last light, The ash tree cold to look at. A comet that w...

A Prayer for My Daughter

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by William Butler Yeats Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obs...

Fish

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Thursday, July 20, 2006

Xavier Villaurrutia (6 poems)

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(1903-1950) POESÍA Eres la compañía con quien hablo de pronto, a solas. te forman las palabras que salen del silencio y del tanque de sueño ...
Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Anne Carson

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FATHER'S OLD BLUE CARDIGAN Now it hangs on the back of the kitchen chair where I always sit, as it did on the back of the ki...
Saturday, July 15, 2006

Leopardi

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L'infinito Sempre caro mi fu quest'ermo colle E questa siepe che da tanta parte De'l ultimo orrizonte il guarde esclude. Ma sede...
Saturday, July 08, 2006

Romance Sonámbulo

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By Federico García Lorca Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña. Con la som...
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Thursday, July 06, 2006

XENIA (1964-1966)

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By Eugenio Montale, Translated from the Italian by Camillo Pennati, Frank Kermode To My Wife Dear little insect whom for some reason...
Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Eugenio Montale

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LA BUFERA " Les princes n'ont point d'yeux pour voir ces grands merveilles Leurs mains ne servent plus qu'à nous persecuter...
Sunday, July 02, 2006

Conrad Aiken

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From Time in the Rock, or Preludes to Definition XI Mysticism, but let us have no words, angels, but let us have no fantasies, churches, bu...
Thursday, June 29, 2006

Hsi Muren (2 poems)

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An Invitation Should we go see the fireworks? Let’s go go see how Fiery blossoms generate ever more fiery blossoms Dreams procreate ever mo...
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Monday, June 26, 2006

Portrait

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A child draws the outline of a body. She draws what she can, but it is white all through, she cannot fill in what she knows is there. Within...
Thursday, June 22, 2006

Galway Kinnell

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When One has Lived a Long Time Alone When one has lived a long time alone, one refrains from swatting the fly ...
Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Wallace Stevens

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RE-STATEMENT OF ROMANCE The night knows nothing of the chants of night. It is what it is as I am what I am: And in perceiving this I best pe...
Monday, June 19, 2006

Carl Sandburg

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Four Preludes On Playthings Of The Wind The past is a bucket of ashes 1 The woman named Tomorrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth a...

The Simple Line

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By Laura Riding The secrets of the mind convene splendidly, Though the mind is meek. To be aware inwardly of brain and beauty Is dark too re...
Saturday, June 17, 2006

Oda a los Calcetines / Ode to Socks

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by Pablo Neruda Me trajo Mara Mori un par de calcetines, que tejió con sus manos de pastora, dos calcetines suaves como liebres. En ellos me...
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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Louise Glück

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CELESTIAL MUSIC I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to go...
Saturday, June 10, 2006

John Tobias (poem)

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Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle Received from a Friend Called Felicity During that summer When unicorns were still possible; When...
Saturday, June 03, 2006

THE ROOM

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By W. S. Merwin I think all this is somewhere in myself The cold room unlit before dawn Containing a stillness such as attends d...
Thursday, June 01, 2006

Laura Riding

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The Last Covenant Roses are buds, and beautiful, One petal leaning toward adventure. Roses are full, all petals forward, Beauty and power in...
Wednesday, May 31, 2006

The Sick Man

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by Wallace Stevens Bands of black men seem to be drifting in the air, In the south, bands of thousands of black men, Playing mouth-organs in...
Sunday, May 28, 2006

Poem By Derek Walcott

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XXVI The sun has fired my face to terra-cotta. I wear this cast from his kiln all over the house. But I cherish its cracks like thos...
Saturday, May 27, 2006

W. S. Merwin

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Yesterday My friend says I was not a good son you understand I say yes I understand he says I did not go to see my parents very often you...
Friday, May 26, 2006

John Berryman TWO POEMS

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HENRY'S FATE All projects failed, in the August afternoon he lay & cursed himself & cursed his lot like Housman'...
Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Portrait of Anna Akhmatova

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Amedeo Modigliani

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By Anna Akhmatova, Translated by Djemma Bider I believe those who describe him didn't know him as I did, and here's why. First, I co...

W. H. Auden

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In Memory of W. B. Yeats I He disappeared in the dead of winter: The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted, And snow disfigure...