Monday, April 30, 2007

398. Golf Links - Sarah N. Cleghorn

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(1876-) (From: An Anthology of Revolutionary Poetry, 1929) The GOLF LINKS lie so near the mill That almost every day The laboring children ...
Saturday, April 28, 2007

398. Onion - Wislawa Szymborska

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Translated from Polish by Sharon Olds It's really something, the onion It doesn't have entrails. It is itself, through and through, ...
Friday, April 27, 2007

397. Onions - William Matthews

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How easily happiness begins by dicing onions. A lump of sweet butter slithers and swirls across the floor of the sauté pan, especially if it...
Thursday, April 26, 2007

395. Reality Demands (1&2) - Wislawa Szymborska

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Reality Demands (1) Translated from Polish by Joanna Maria Trzeciak Reality demands we also state the following: life goes on. It does so ne...
Wednesday, April 25, 2007

394. To The Collector Of Taxes - William Dickey

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William Dickey - To The Collector of Taxes, City and County of San Francisco No, there is no dog, terrier, male, dog's name Pedro at thi...
Tuesday, April 24, 2007

393. Telemachus - William Dickey

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1. You are grown up, surely it is time for you to set off and look for your father, who is missing. You have had photographs, but they were ...
Monday, April 23, 2007

392. Odysseus To Telemachus - Joseph Brodsky

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(Translated from the Russian by George L. Kline) My dear Telemachus, The Trojan War is over now; I don't recall who won it. The Greeks, ...
Saturday, April 21, 2007

391. Therefore - William Dickey

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Nothing exists that is not marred; therefore we are obliged to imagine how things might be: the sea at its green uttermost, the shore white ...
Friday, April 20, 2007

390. No Finis - David Schubert

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. When you cannot go further It is time to go back and wrest Out of failure some Thing shining. As when a child I sat On the stoop and spoke...
Thursday, April 19, 2007

389. The Joy Of Writing - Wislawa Szymborska

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Translated from the Polish by Joanna Trzeciak Where is the written doe headed through these written woods? To drink from the written spring ...
Wednesday, April 18, 2007

388. Wild Geese - Mary Oliver

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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let th...
Tuesday, April 17, 2007

387. Venice - Kenneth Rexroth

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(1962) May Day Once more it is early summer, Like an opal, in Venice. I listen to the monks sing Vespers in San Giorgio Maggiore. Ten years ...
Monday, April 16, 2007

386. Before You Came - Faiz Ahmed Faiz

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(English Translation by Naomi Lazard) Before you came things were just what they were: the road precisely a road, the horizon fixed, the lim...
Saturday, April 14, 2007

385. First Death In Nova Scotia - Elizabeth Bishop

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In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, and King Geor...
Friday, April 13, 2007

384. For Eli Jacobson - Kenneth Rexroth

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December 1952 There are few of us now, soon There will be none. We were comrades Together, we believed we Would see with our own eyes the ne...
Thursday, April 12, 2007

383. Strawberries - Edwin Morgan

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There were never strawberries like the ones we had that sultry afternoon sitting on the step of the open french window facing each other you...
Wednesday, April 11, 2007

382. The End And The Beginning - Wislawa Szymborska

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Translated from Polish by Joanna Maria Trzeciak After every war someone has to clean up. Things won't straighten themselves up, after al...
Tuesday, April 10, 2007

381. Images - Valery Larbaud

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(Translated from the French by William Jay Smith) 1 One day in a popular quarter of Kharkov, (O that southern Russia where all the women ...
Monday, April 09, 2007

380. In Answer To Your Query - Naomi Lazard

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We are sorry to inform you the item you ordered is no longer being produced. It has not gone out of style nor have people lost interest in i...
Saturday, April 07, 2007

379. Sarah's Song - Jane Flanders

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Always, I am leaving you, As fragrance leaves lavender, As the ladybird leaves cupped hands, As stiffness departs from starched linen. As th...