Friday, March 30, 2007

373. The Labors Of Thor - David Wagoner

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Stiff as the icicles in their beards, the Ice Kings  Sat in the great cold hall and stared at Thor  Who had lumbered this far north to sta...
Thursday, March 29, 2007

372. Prayer For My Son - James Applewhite

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The low river flows like smoked glass. Small bass guard their nest. Next To our house, the cardinals in their Crabapple feed two open mouths...
Wednesday, March 28, 2007

371. Maximus - D. H. Lawrence

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. God is older than the sun and moon and the eye cannot behold him or voice describe him. But a naked man, a stranger, leaned on the gate wi...
Tuesday, March 27, 2007

370. From: The True Born Englishman - Daniel Defoe

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Thus from a mixture of all kinds began That heterogeneous thing, an Englishman: In eager rapes and furious lust begot Between a painted Brit...
Monday, March 26, 2007

369. Any Case - Wislawa Szymborska

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Translated from Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh It could have happened. It had to happen. It happened earlier. Later. Neare...
Saturday, March 24, 2007

368. 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 ...
Friday, March 23, 2007

367. The Image - Robert Hass

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. The child brought blue clay from the creek and the woman made two figures: a lady and a deer. At that season deer came down from the mount...
Thursday, March 22, 2007

366. We Started Home, My Son And I - Jaan Kaplinski

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(Translated from the Estonian by Jaan Kaplinski with Sam Hamill and Riina Tamm) We started home, my son and I. Twilight already. The young m...
Wednesday, March 21, 2007

365. The Hebrew Class - Carol Rumens

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. Dark night of the year, the clinging ice a blue pavement-Dresden, smoking still, and in lands more deeply frozen, the savage thaw of tanks...
Tuesday, March 20, 2007

364. The Turn of the Century - Wislawa Szyborska

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Translated from the Polish by Joanna Trzeciak It was supposed to be better than the rest, our twentieth century, But it won't have time ...
Monday, March 19, 2007

363. The Definition of Love - Andrew Marvell

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. My Love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despair ...
Sunday, March 18, 2007

362. A Performance of Henry V At Stratford-Upon-Avon, Elizabeth Jennings

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Nature teaches us our tongue again And the swift sentences came pat. I came Into cool night rescued from rainy dawn. And I seethed with lang...
Saturday, March 17, 2007

361. In The Night - Elizabeth Jennings

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. Out of my window late at night I gape And see the stars but do not watch them really, And hear the trains but do not listen clearly; I...
Friday, March 16, 2007

360. For the Anniversary Of My Death - W. S. Merwin

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. Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me And the silence will set out Tireless traveler Lik...
Thursday, March 15, 2007

359. Nothing Twice - Wislawa Szymborska

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Translated from Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we a...
Wednesday, March 14, 2007

358. Daybreak - Galway Kinnell

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. On the tidal mud, just before sunset, dozens of starfishes were creeping. It was as though the mud were a sky and enormous, imperfect star...
Tuesday, March 13, 2007

357. One Art - Elizabeth Bishop

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. The art of losing isn't hard to master. So many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose som...
Monday, March 12, 2007

356. By The Bivouac'w Fitful Flame - Walt Whitman

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. By the bivouac's fitful flame, A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow––but first I note, The tents of the sleeping ...
Saturday, March 10, 2007

355. The Battle of Salamis - Aeschylus

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Aeschylus (525-456 B. C.) - The Battle of Salamis From: The Persians, translated by Peter Levi And when the light of the sun had perished an...
Friday, March 09, 2007

354. The Question - F. T. Prince

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. And so we too came where the rest have come, To where each dreamed, each drew, the other home From all distractions to the other's bre...