Wednesday, October 28, 2009

830. Impressions - E. E. Cummings

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From: An Anthology of Revolutionary Poetry, 1929 the hours rise up putting off stars and it is dawn into the street of the sky light walks s...
Sunday, October 25, 2009

829. Some Like Poetry (Four translations) - Wislawa Szymborska

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Wislawa Szymborska - Some Like Poetry Translated from the Polish by Joanna Maria Trzeciak Some–– not all, that is. Not even the majority of ...
Friday, October 23, 2009

828. Brueghel's Snow (Six poems about the same picture)

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Rutger Kopland - Brueghel's Winter Translated from the Dutch by James Brockway    Winter by Brueghel, the hill with hunters and dogs,...
Thursday, October 22, 2009

827. Reisebilder - Edoardo Sanguineti

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. To the mini-skirted customs official who with sibyl-dove eyes honed in on me in the interminable line of travelers in transit, I told the ...
Tuesday, October 20, 2009

826. Invitation To Miss Marianne Moore - Elizabeth Bishop

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(Suggested by a poem of Pablo Neruda) From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fier...
Sunday, October 18, 2009

825. First Day of the Future - Galway Kinnell

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They always seem to come up on the future, these cold, earthly dawns; the whiteness and the blackness make the flesh shiver as though it...
Saturday, October 17, 2009

824. Song of one of the girls - Dorothy Parker

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Here in my heart I am Helen; I'm Aspasia and Hero, at least. I'm Judith, and Jael, and Madame de Stael; I'm Salome, moon of th...
Monday, October 12, 2009

823. Work Around Your Abyss - Henry Nouwen

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There is a deep hole in your being, like an abyss. You will never succeed in filling that hole, because your needs are inexhaustible. You ha...
Thursday, October 08, 2009

822. Descartes's Loneliness - Allen Grossman

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. Toward evening, the natural light becomes intelligent and answers, without demur: "Be assured! You are not alone. . . ." But in ...
Monday, October 05, 2009

821. Apologies - Gwendolyn Mac Ewen

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from The T.E. Lawrence Poems I did not choose Arabia; it chose me. The shabby money That the desert offered us bought lies, bought victory. ...
Friday, October 02, 2009

820. A Night At The Opera - Charles Tomlinson

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When the old servant reveals she is the mother Of the young count whose elder brother Has betrayed him, the heroine, disguised As the ...
Wednesday, September 30, 2009

819. Destruction - Joanne Kyger

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. First of all do you remember the way a bear goes through a cabin when nobody is home? He goes through the front door. I mean he really goe...
Monday, September 28, 2009

818. Things of the Past - Theodore Weiss

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“Your great-grandfather was . . .” And Mrs. C, our tart old Scots landlady, with her stomping legs, four bristles sprouted from her chin- wa...
Friday, September 25, 2009

817. Am I Not Among The Early Risers - Mary Oliver

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Am I not among the early risers and the long-distance walkers? Have I not stood, amazed, as I consider the perfection of the morning star ab...
Wednesday, September 23, 2009

816. Memorandum Book - Primo Levi

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Translated from the Italian by Ruth Feldman and Brian Swann In such a night as this, Of north wind and rain mixed with snow, There is so...
Friday, September 18, 2009

815. Cosmic Gall - John Updike

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'Every second, hundreds of billions of these neutrinos pass through each square inch of our bodies, coming from above during day and fr...
Thursday, September 17, 2009

814. In Distress - John Wagoner

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(Selected entirely from International Code of Signals, United States Edition, published by U.S. Naval Oceanographic Office) I am abandoning...
Wednesday, September 16, 2009

813. Letters of the Dead - Wislawa Szymborska

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Wislawa Szymborska - Letters of the Dead from Wszelki Wypadek (Could Have), 1972 Translat...
Sunday, September 13, 2009

812. Ode To Arnold Schoenberg - Charles Tomlinson

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Ode To Arnold Schoenberg On a Performance of His Concerto for Violin At its margin the river's double willow that the wind var...
Saturday, September 12, 2009

811. Omen - Jon Swan

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You will not even notice our departure. The small, falling like plump leaves among the fallen leaves, will lie indistinguishable, each with ...