Wednesday, February 28, 2007

346. Ancient Air - Li Po

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Li Po (701-762) - Ancient Air (Translated from the Chinese by J. P. Seaton) Climbed high, to gaze upon the sea, Heaven and Earth, so vast, s...
Tuesday, February 27, 2007

345. Last Laugh - Robert Penn Warren

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. The little Sam Clemens, one night back in Hannibal, Peeped through the dining-room keyhole, to see, outspread And naked, the father split ...
Monday, February 26, 2007

344. Ordinance On Arrival - Naomi Lazard

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. Welcome to you who have managed to get here. It's been a terrible trip; you should be happy you have survived it. Statistics prove tha...
Saturday, February 24, 2007

343. Flight - Jorge Guillén

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(Translated from the Spanish by Reginald Gibbons) Through summer air The ascending gull Dominates the expanse, the sea, the world Under the ...
Friday, February 23, 2007

342. Secrets - Sandra Hochman

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. He dreams every Night of green Women. In our sleep We talk and move About as if we were Wrestling with Perfect errors, He finds The woman....
Thursday, February 22, 2007

341. Woman At Lit Window - Eamon Grennan

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. Perhaps if she stood for an hour like that and I could stand to stand in the dark just looking, I might get it right, every fine line in p...
Wednesday, February 21, 2007

340. Quick And Bitter - Yehuda Amichai

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Translated from the Hebrew by Assia Gutmann The end was quick and bitter. Slow and sweet was the time between us, Slow and sweet were the ni...
Tuesday, February 20, 2007

339. Two Monkeys By Brueghel - Wislawa Szymborska

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Wislawa Szymborska - Two Monkeys by Brueghel (Translated by Magnus Kryski) I keep dreaming of my graduation exam: in a window sit two chaine...
Monday, February 19, 2007

338. The Glass And The Bowl - Louise Erdrich

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. The father pours the milk from his glass into the cup of the child, and as the child drinks the whiteness, opening her throat to the good ...
Saturday, February 17, 2007

337. Luncheon On The Grass - Carl Phillips

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Carl Phillips - Luncheon On The Grass (Manet Dejeuner sur l'herbe) They're a curious lot, Manet's scandalous lunch partners. The...
Friday, February 16, 2007

336. The First Kingdom - Seamus Heaney

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. The royal roads were cow paths. The queen mother hunkered on a stool and played the harpstrings of milk into a wooden pail. With seasoned ...
Thursday, February 15, 2007

335. If He Let Us Go Now - Shirley Williams

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. let me strap. the baby in the seat, just don't say nothing all that while . . . I move round to the driver side of the car. The air wa...
Wednesday, February 14, 2007

334. so you want to be a writer? - Charles Bukowski

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if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind ...
Monday, February 12, 2007

333. About Opera - William Meredith

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. It's not the tunes, although as I get older Arias are what I hum and whistle. It's not the plots––they continue to bewilder In the...
Saturday, February 10, 2007

332. Daybreak - Stephen Spender

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. At dawn she lay with her profile at that angle Which, when she sleeps, seems the carved face of an angel. Her hair a harp, the hand of a b...
Friday, February 09, 2007

331. For Theodore Roethke - James Schevill

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I How he rolled down night streets Like a barrel heaved from side to side; How his heavy, high forehead, Great chunk of a headstone, Loomed ...
Thursday, February 08, 2007

330. At Thirty-Three - Hans Magnus Enzensberger

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(Translated from the German by Michael Hamburger) It was all so different from what she'd expected Always those rusting Volkswagens. At ...
Wednesday, February 07, 2007

329. Clever Women - L. E. Sissman

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. Clever women live and die on our attention. They make us feel that we are their invention, Perhaps we are. They scale us like a tower, Han...
Tuesday, February 06, 2007

328. Figures Of Thought - Howard Nemerov

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. To lay the logarithmic spiral on Sea-shell and leaf alike, and see it fit, To watch the same idea work itself out In the fighter pilot...
Monday, February 05, 2007

327. On The Way To The Depot - P. J. Kavanagh

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. It's a pleasant night. So tonight I'll talk on the way Of the images I seem to think in every day Five strange years after: Of how...