Monday, December 31, 2007

564. Alusina takes a walk in the rain - Conchitina Cruz

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Conchitina Cruz - Alusina takes a walk in the rain It is difficult to miss you in the summer, your voice written all over the clear night sk...
Friday, December 28, 2007

563. Comes The Dawn - Virginia Shopstall

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After awhile you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn’t mean possession and ...
Tuesday, December 25, 2007

562. Variations On A Theme By Joyce - Weldon Kees

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. The war is in words and the wood in the world That turns beneath our rootless feet; The vines that reach, alive and snarled, Across the pa...
Sunday, December 23, 2007

561. Remember - Joy Harjo

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. Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star’s stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. I met her in a bar onc...
Friday, December 21, 2007

560. The Untrustworthy Speaker - Louise Gluck

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Don’t listen to me; my heart’s been broken. I don’t see anything objectively. I know myself; I’ve learned to hear like a psychiatrist. When ...
Thursday, December 20, 2007

559. At Blackwater Pond - Mary Oliver

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. At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone,...
Wednesday, December 19, 2007

558. Autumn Day - Rainer Maria Rilke

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Translated from the German by Stephen Mitchell Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by. Now overlap the sundials with your shadows, an...
Tuesday, December 18, 2007

557. Antarctica - Derek Mahon

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"I am just going outside and may be some time." The others nod, pretending not to know. At the heart of the ridiculous, the subli...

556. Orchards In July - Zbigniew Machej

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. Waters from cold springs and glittering minerals tirelessly wander. Patient, unceasing, they overcome granite, layers of hungry gravel, ir...
Monday, December 17, 2007

555. Once A Great Love - Yehuda Amichai

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Translated from the Hebrew by Yehuda Amichai and Ted Hughes Once a great love cut my life in two. The first part goes on twisting at some ot...
Sunday, December 16, 2007

554. On Parting - Anne Szumigalski

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. It's over you know, the summer's over. Clouds of dust as the last vehicle went out. A jeep hauling a small boat on a trailer Throu...
Saturday, December 15, 2007

553. The Sycamore - Wendell Berry

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. In the place that is my own place, whose earth I am shaped in and must bear, there is an old tree growing, a great sycamore that is a wond...
Thursday, December 13, 2007

552. Among The Multitudes - Wislawa Szymborska

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. I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other. I could have different ancestors, after all, I could have fluttered from ...
Wednesday, December 12, 2007

551. Sotto Voce - Kathleen Flanniken

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. Tonight blame Kiri Te Kanawa infusing the kitchen with her aria, blame the mixed bouquet of basil and flayed tomatoes and onions and one e...
Tuesday, December 11, 2007

550. The End Of The Opera - Howard Nemerov

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. Knowing that what he witnessed was only art, He never wept while the show was going on. But the curtain call could always make him cry...
Monday, December 10, 2007

549. On Commitment - W. H. Murray

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. Until one is committed there is always hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. There is one elementary truth, the ...
Saturday, December 08, 2007

548. Eruption: Pu`u Ō`o - Garrett Kaoru Hongo

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. We woke near midnight, flicking on the coat closet’s bulb, the rainforest chilled with mist, a yellow swirl of gas in the spill of light o...
Friday, December 07, 2007

547. the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls - e. e. cummings

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. the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds (also, with the church's protestant blessi...
Thursday, December 06, 2007

546. Morning - Conchitina Cruz

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. You never know when somebody will walk away from you on a bright day on a busy street, never looking back and you cannot believe the slow ...
Wednesday, December 05, 2007

545. Evening Talk - Charles Simic

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. Everything you didn’t understand Made you what you are. Strangers Whose eye you caught on the street Studying you. Perhaps they were all-s...