Monday, March 31, 2008

630. Because What I Want Most Is Permanence - May Sarton

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. Because what I want most is permanence, The long unwinding and continuous flow Of subterranean rivers out of sense, That nourish arid land...
Friday, March 28, 2008

629. The Railroad Station - Wislawa Szymborska

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Translated from the Polish the by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh My nonarrival in the city of N. took place on the dot. You'd be...
Thursday, March 27, 2008

628. A Dark Swimming Figure - Tomos Tranströmer

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Translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton About a prehistoric painting on a rock in the Sahara: a dark swimming figure in an old rive...

628. A Dark Swimming Figure - Tomos Tranströmer

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Translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton About a prehistoric painting on a rock in the Sahara: a dark swimming figure in an old river whi...
Wednesday, March 26, 2008

627. Of Politics & Art - Norman Dubie

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for Allen Here, on the farthest point of the peninsula The winter storm Off the Atlantic shook the schoolhouse. Mrs. Whitimore, dying Of tub...
Tuesday, March 25, 2008

626. The Traveling Onion - Naomi Shihab Nye

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It is believed that the onion originally came from India. In Egypt it was an object of worship ––– why I haven't been able to find out. ...
Monday, March 24, 2008

625. Love Affair - Richard Foerster

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. Driving west on a black road, top down, and the wind tousling the gray, I let the radio thunder Siegfried's death and funeral music. S...
Friday, March 21, 2008

624. Spare Parts - Trish Dugger

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. We barge out of the womb with two of them: eyes, ears, arms, hands, legs, feet. Only one heart. Not a good plan. God should know we need a...
Thursday, March 20, 2008

623. This Houre Her Vigill - Valentin Iremonger

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Elizabeth, frigidly stretched, On a spring day surprised us With her starched dignity and the quietness Of her hands clasping a black cross....
Tuesday, March 18, 2008

622. Conversing With Paradise - Howard Nemerov

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for Robert Jordan To see the world the way a painter must, Responsive to distances, alive to light, To changes in the colors of the day, His...
Monday, March 17, 2008

621. JUNE 1968 - Jorge Luis Borges (2)

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Translated from the Spanish by Norman Thomas di Giovanni On a golden evening, or in a quietness whose symbol might be a golden evening, a ma...
Saturday, March 15, 2008

620. Best Society - Philip Larkin

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. When I was a child, I thought Casually, that solitude Never needed to be sought. Something everybody had, Like nakedness, it lay at hand, ...
Friday, March 14, 2008

619. California - Paul Hoover

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Paul Hoover - California From the cool electric gaze of a Hollywood enigma to the cormorant eating fish at a Muir Beach tide pool, the state...
Thursday, March 13, 2008

618. Arboretum - Louise Gluck

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.   We had the problem of age, the problem of wishing to linger. Not needing, anymore, even to make a contribution. Merely wishing to linger...
Wednesday, March 12, 2008

617. Sestina: Travel Notes - Weldon Kees

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. Directed by the eyes of others, Blind to the long, deceptive voyage, We walked across the bridge in silence And said "Goodnight,...
Tuesday, March 11, 2008

616. Evening Music - May Sarton

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. We enter this evening as we enter a quartet Listening again for its particular note The interval where all seems possible, Order within ti...
Monday, March 10, 2008

615. Possibilities - Wislawa Szymborska

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Translated from the Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I pr...
Saturday, March 08, 2008

614. Morning Poem - Mary Oliver

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. Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten the...
Friday, March 07, 2008

613. Amaryllis - Connie Wanek

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. A flower needs to be this size to conceal the winter window, and this color, the red of a Fiat with the top down, to impress us, dull as w...
Tuesday, March 04, 2008

612. Morning Birds - Tomas Tranströmer

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Translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton I waken the car whose windshield is coated with pollen. I put on my sunglasses. The birdson...