Monday, November 19, 2007

The Leopard

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by Tomasi Di Lampedusa [ extraxt ] May, 1860 Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen. The daily recital of the Rosary was over. For half an ho...
Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Wallace Stevens

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Sunday Morning 1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, ...
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Xochiquetzal Candelaria

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Sappho Fragments of her poems exist, a line sometimes eight, one scrap found stuffed in the mouth of a mummified cat. Let’s say we know th...
Saturday, November 10, 2007

Michael Donaghy

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Upon a Claude Glass A lady might pretend to fix her face, but scan the room inside her compact mirror - so gentlemen would scrutinize this g...
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Friday, November 09, 2007

Don Paterson: 2 poems

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THE SPACE after Cavafy Those houses, cafes, bars ... the old purlieus I've haunted, year after year - I conjured you when I was happy, w...

Louise Glück: 3 poems

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The Fear of Burial In the empty field, in the morning, the body waits to be claimed. The spirit sits beside it, on a small rock-- ...

Dream of the Huntress

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by Robin Robertson It is always the same: she is standing over me in the forest clearing, a dab of blood on her cheek from ...

Louis MacNeice

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Autumn Journal [Part XXIV] Sleep serene, avoid the backward Glance; go forward, dreams, and do not halt (Behind you in the desert stand...

The Park Drunk

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by Robin Robertson He opens his eyes to a hard frost, the morning's soft amnesia of snow. The thorned stems of gorse are starred crystal...
Thursday, November 08, 2007

Rilke

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Archaic Torso of Apollo We cannot know his legendary head with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso is still suffused with brilliance...
Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Robin Robertson

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Artichoke The nubbed leaves come away in a tease of green, thinning down to the membrane: the quick, purpled beginnings of the male. Then th...

Robert Lowell

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[extract] Ulysses and Circe I. Ten years before Troy, ten years before Circe⎯⎯ things changed to the names he gave them, then lost their nam...
Monday, November 05, 2007

Randall Jarrell

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A Man Meets a Woman in the Street Under the separated leaves of shade Of the gingko, that old tree That has existed essentially...
Saturday, November 03, 2007

Ernest Hemingway

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Then there was the bad weather. It would come in one day when the fall was over. We would have to shut the windows in the night against the ...
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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