Tuesday, May 30, 2006

124. Late Abed - Archibald MacLeish

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Ah, but a good wife! To lie late in a warm bed (warm where she was) with your life suspended like a music in the head, hearing her foot ...
Monday, May 29, 2006

123. VELLEICHT, DASS ICH DURCH SCHWER BERGE GEHE - Rainer Maria Rilke

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(translated by William Wehrmeister) My soul moves through the hard veins of stony mountains, in slender threads of ore; So deep inside, ...
Sunday, May 28, 2006

122. from THAT WALK AWAY AS ONE: A MARRIAGE BROOD - Rachel Hadas

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. This afternoon I came up the stairs from the subway at the southwest corner of Broadway and 96th Street at the exact same moment you were ...
Saturday, May 27, 2006

121. VIETMAN - Wislawa Szymborska

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(Translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh) "Woman what's your name?" "I don't know." "How old a...
Friday, May 26, 2006

120. THOSE WINTER SUNDAYS - Robert Hayden

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. Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the week...
Thursday, May 25, 2006

119. AUTOBIOGRAPHIA LITRARIA - Frank O'Hara

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. When I was child I played by myself in a corner of the schoolyard all alone. I hated dolls and I hated games, animals were not friendly an...
Wednesday, May 24, 2006

118. About the Author - Dorothy Parker

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(from Sunset Gun) Dorothy Parker is slightly over five feet in height, dark and attractive, with somewhat weary eyes and a sad mouth. Her ...
Tuesday, May 23, 2006

117. ANY CASE - Wislawa Szymborska

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(translated by Grazyna Drabik and Sharon Olds) It could have happened. It had to happen. It happened earlier. Later. Closer. Farther away. I...
Monday, May 22, 2006

116. BYPASSING RUE DESCARTES - Czeslaw Milosz

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(translated by Renata Gorczynski and Robert Hass) I descended toward the Seine, shy, a traveler, A young barbarian just come to the capital ...
Saturday, May 20, 2006

115. OUR ANCESTORS' SHORT LIVES - Wislawa Szymborska

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(Translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh) Few if them made it to thirty Old age was the privilege of rocks and trees. Childhood...
Friday, May 19, 2006

114. JANUARY IN PARIS - Billy Collins

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‘A poem is never finished, only abandoned’ Paul Valery That winter I had nothing to do but tend the kettle in my shuttered room on the top f...
Thursday, May 18, 2006

113. BOHEMIA - Dorothy Parker

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. Authors and actors and artists and such Never know nothing, and never know much. Sculptors and singers and those of their kidney Tell thei...
Wednesday, May 17, 2006

112. The Man Withe The Hoe - Edwin Markham

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The Man with the Hoe - Edwin Markham (1852-1940) Written after seeing Millet's world-famous painting) ('This poem of social pro...

111. SYNOPSIS OF THE GREAT WELSH NOVEL - Harri Webb

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Dai K lives at the end of a valley. One is not quite sure whether it has been drowned or not. His Mam Loves him too much and his Dada drink...
Tuesday, May 16, 2006

110. JULY - Harvey Shapiro

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. You poets of the Late T'ang send me messages this morning. The eastern sky is streaked with red. Linkages of bird song make a floating...
Monday, May 15, 2006

109. FROM FATHER TO SON - John Stuart Williams

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. There is no limit to the number of times Your father can come to life, and he is as tender as ever he was And as poor, his overcoat button...
Saturday, May 13, 2006

108. INTERIOR - Dorothy Parker

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. Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottoes on the wall. There all the ...
Friday, May 12, 2006

107. THE MAID-SERVANT AT THE INN - Dorothy Parker

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. “It’s queer,” she said, “ I see the light As plain as I beheld it then, All silver-like and calm and bright– We’ve not had stars like ...
Thursday, May 11, 2006

106. A WELSH WORDSCAPE - Peter Finch

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1 To live in Wales, Is to be mumbled at by re-incarnations of Dylan Thomas in numerous diverse disguises. Is to be mown down by the same wor...
Wednesday, May 10, 2006

105. LET'S HEAR IT FOR GOLIATH - Jon Dressel

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Let's Hear It For Goliath who never asked to be born either, let alone grow nine feet tall and wind up a metaphor; fat chance he had of ...