Friday, June 30, 2006

152. 25TH ANNIVERSARY - Linda Pastan

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. There is something I want to tell you beyond love or gratitude or sex, beyond irritation or a purer anger. For years I have hoarded your s...
Thursday, June 29, 2006

151. THE ENIGMAS - Jorge Luis Borges

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(Translated by John Updike) I who am singing these lines today Will be tomorrow the enigmatic corpse Who dwells in a realm, magical and barr...
Wednesday, June 28, 2006

150. EARTH VERSE - Gary Snyder

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An Excerpt from The Gary Snyder Reader by Gary Snyder Wide enough to keep you looking Open enough to keep you moving Dry enough to keep you ...
Tuesday, June 27, 2006

149. REISEBILDER, 48 - Edorardo Sanguineti

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. So it takes very little indeed: a brasserie with Beaujolais 1968 Reserve and small inside terraces (as pleasant as they are impossible to ...
Monday, June 26, 2006

148. A SONG ON THE END OF THE WORLD - Czeslaw Milosz

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(translated by Anthony Milosz) On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A Fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump in...
Sunday, June 25, 2006

147. A FAST OF GOD'S CHOOSING - John Canaday

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[from John Canaday's The Invisible World] A Fast of God’s Choosing For ye have brought us forth into this wilderness, to...
Saturday, June 24, 2006

146. LOVE - Sonnet L'Abbé

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. I try to take only my edited self to public places. Aren’t you tired of the rough draft every day? In your hurt eyes all my crossed-out wo...
Friday, June 23, 2006

145. JUNE, 1968 - Jorge Luis Borges

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(translated by Hoyt Rogers) In the golden afternoon, or in a serenity the gold of afternoon might symbolize, a man arranges books on waiting...
Thursday, June 22, 2006

144. A SONG ON THE END OF THE WORLD - Czeslaw Milosz

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. On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump in the sea, By the rainspout yo...
Wednesday, June 21, 2006

143. FOR WHAT BINDS US - Jane Hirshfield

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Jane Hirshfield - For What Binds Us There are names for what binds us: strong forces, weak forces. Look around, you can see them: the skin t...
Monday, June 19, 2006

142. WHO'S WHO - W. H. Auden

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. A shilling life will give you all the facts: How Father beat him, how he ran away, What were the struggles of his youth, what acts Made hi...
Sunday, June 18, 2006

141. LOVE - Sonnet L'Abbé

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. I try to take only my edited self to public places. Aren’t you tired of the rough draft every day? In your hurt eyes all my crossed-out wo...
Saturday, June 17, 2006

141. SNOW MELTING - Gjertrud Schnackenberg

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[from Supernatural Love by Gjertrud Schnackenberg] Snow melting when I left you, and I took This fragile bone we'd found in melting snow...
Friday, June 16, 2006

139. TO MY MOTHER - George Barker

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. Most near, most dear, most loved and most far, Under the window where I often found her Sitting as huge as Asia, seismic with laughter, Gi...
Thursday, June 15, 2006

138. THE BEAUTIFUL AMERICAN WORD, SURE - Demore Schwartz

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. The beautiful American word, Sure, As I have come into a room, and touch The lamp's button, and the light blooms with such Certainty w...
Wednesday, June 14, 2006

137. CAEDMON - Denise Levertov

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Denise Levertov - Caedmon All others talked as if talk were a dance. Clodhopper I, with clumsy feet would break the gliding ring. Earl...
Tuesday, June 13, 2006

136. I AM A BOOK I NEITHER WROTE NOR READ - Delmore Schwartz

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Delmore Schwartz - I Am a Book I Neither Wrote nor Read I am a book I neither wrote nor read, A comic, tragic play in which new masquerades ...
Monday, June 12, 2006

135. THE MOUNTAIN SNOW - George Borrow

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(from Borrow's Welsh Poems) The mountain snow: The stag doth fly, The wind about the roofs doth sigh. Love cannot in concealment lie. Th...
Saturday, June 10, 2006

134. ADAM AND EVE IN LATER LIFE - Howard Nemerov

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. On getting out of bed the one says, “Ouch!” The other “What?” and when the one says “I said ‘Ouch,’ ” the other says, “All right, you need...

133. JAPAN - Billy Collins

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. Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating the same small, perfect grape aga...