Wednesday, January 31, 2007

323. ∏ - Wislawa Szymborska

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. ∏ deserves our full admiration three point one four one. All its following digits are also non-recurring, five nine two because it never...
Tuesday, January 30, 2007

322. Of Three Or Four In A Room - Yehuda Amichai

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(Translated from the Hebrew by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell) Of three or four in a room there is always one who stands beside the window...
Monday, January 29, 2007

321. Warning - Jenny Joseph

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. When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on b...
Friday, January 26, 2007

320. A Wandering Character - James Schevill

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. A wandering character, His life cold he thinks warm; Livid with heat he departs for the Arctic. When questioned about his permanent home, ...
Thursday, January 25, 2007

319. Upon Finding... - L. E. Sissman

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Upon Finding - Dying: An Introduction, by L. E. Sissman , Remaindered at 1s. I wandered lonely as a cloud in Foyles Of incadescent , tight-k...
Wednesday, January 24, 2007

318. Poem About Morning - William Meredith

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. Whether it's sunny or not, it's sure To be enormously complex–– Trees or streets outdoors, indoors whoever you share, And yourself...
Monday, January 22, 2007

317. The Hunters In The Snow - William Carlos Williams

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The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left sturdy hinters le...

316. Hunters In The Snow: Brueghel - Joseph Langland

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Quail and rabbit hunters with tawny hounds, Shadowless, out of late afternoon Trudge toward the neutral evening of indeterminate form. Done ...
Friday, January 19, 2007

315. Winter Landscape - John Berryman

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The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, through the arrangement of the trees, Past...
Thursday, January 18, 2007

314. A Renoir For Ireland - James Schevill

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. Imperious, proud, when the Lady died, She willed to the Irish a painted nude, A Renoir of generous and lucent flesh. It was her desire to ...
Wednesday, January 17, 2007

313. A Walk - Rainer Maria Rilke

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. My eyes already touch the sunny hill, going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has its inne...
Tuesday, January 16, 2007

312. "You, Andrew Marvell" --Archibald MacLeish

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. And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth's noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night: ...
Monday, January 15, 2007

311. The English Are So Nice! - D. H. Lawrence

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. The English are so nice so awfully nice they're the nicest people in the world. And what's more, they're very nice about being...
Thursday, January 11, 2007

310. Ignorance - Philip Larkin

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. Strange to know nothing: never to be sure Of what is true or right or real But forced to qualify or so I feel Or Well, it does seem so: So...
Wednesday, January 10, 2007

309. Privilege of Being - Robert Hass

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. Many are making love. Up above, the angels in the unshaken ether and crystal of human longing are braiding one another's hair, which i...
Monday, January 08, 2007

308. A Blessing - James Wright

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. Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies Darken wi...
Saturday, January 06, 2007

307. BOOM! - Howard Neverov

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. SEES BOOM IN RELIGION, TOO Atlantic City, June 23, 1957 (AP).-President Eisenhower's pastor said tonight that Americans are living in ...
Friday, January 05, 2007

306. Villanelle - Marilyn Hacker

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. Every day our bodies separate, explode torn and dazed, Not understanding what we celebrate we grope through languages and hesitate and tou...
Thursday, January 04, 2007

305. Song Of The Black Bear - Navajo

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. My moccasins are black obsidian, My leggings are black obsidian, My shirt is black obsidian. I am girded with a black arrowsnake. Black sn...
Wednesday, January 03, 2007

304. Sad Sestina - Robin Becker

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For Susanna Kaysen from The Horse Fair illustrates Today’s sadness is different from yesterday’s: more green in it, some ...