Sunday, May 27, 2012

896. Variation on the Door - Margaret Randall

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Variation on the Door - Margaret Randall with Adrienne Rich There is nothing I would not give for years or even minutes, time moving differe...
Saturday, May 26, 2012

895. The Door - Jane Hirshfield

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. A note waterfalls steadily through us, just below hearing. Or this early light streaming through dusty glass: what enters, enters like tha...
Friday, May 11, 2012

894. For a Wedding on Mount Tamalpais - Jane Hirshfield

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 . July, and the rich apples once again falling. You put them to your lips, as you were meant to, enter a sweetness the earth wants to give...
Thursday, May 03, 2012

893. The Garden - Louise Glück

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. I couldn't do it again, I can hardly bear to look at it— in the garden, in light rain the young couple planting a row of peas, as thou...
Saturday, April 28, 2012

892. Kindness - Naomi Shihab Nye

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. Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What yo...
Sunday, April 22, 2012

891. Poem White Page White Page Poem - Muriel Rukeyser

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. Poem   white page   white page poem something is streaming out of a body in waves something is beginning from the fingertips they are star...
Wednesday, April 18, 2012

890 For a Wedding on Mount Tamalpais - Jane Hirshfield

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July, and the rich apples once again falling. You put them to your lips, as you were meant to, enter a sweetness the earth wants to g...
Saturday, March 31, 2012

889. Everything - Mary Oliver

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No doubt in Holland, when van Gogh was a boy, there were swans drifting over the green sea of the meadows, and no doubt on some warm af...
Tuesday, March 13, 2012

888. A Winter Night - Tomas Tranströmer

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. The storm puts its mouth to the house and blows to get a tone. I toss and turn, my closed eyes reading the storm’s text. The child’s...
Tuesday, March 06, 2012

887. Olives - Amos Oz

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. Sometimes the taste of these strong olives cured slowly in oil, with cloves of garlic, bay leaves and chillies and lemon and salt, conj...
Sunday, February 12, 2012

886. Portrait Of A Woman - Wislawa Szymborska

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Wislawa Szymborska - Portrait Of A Woman (1) Translated from the Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh She must be a variety. ...
Tuesday, January 24, 2012

885. Do Not Expect - Dana Gioia

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Do not expect that if your book falls open to a certain page, that any phrase you read will make a difference today, or that the voices y...
Sunday, December 04, 2011

884. Face To Face - Tomas Tranströmer

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 Face To Face translated by Robin Robertson In February life stood still. The birds refused to fly and the soul grated against the lands...
Saturday, November 26, 2011

883. Letters From Yorkshire - Maura Dooley

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. In February, digging his garden, planting potatoes, he saw the first lapwings return and came indoors to write to me, his knuckles sing...
Tuesday, November 22, 2011

882. Sometimes - Sheenagh Pugh

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. Sometimes things don’t go, after all, from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel faces down frost: green thrives; the crops don’t fail, s...
Monday, October 24, 2011

881. Black Snake - Mary Oliver

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. The flat rock in the center of the garden heats up every morning in the sun. Black snake coils himself there neatly. He has cousins wh...
Thursday, October 20, 2011

880. Writing A Curriculum Vita - Wislawa Szymborska

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Writing A Curriculum Vita (1) Translated from Polish by Graźyna Drabik and Austin Flint What must you do? You must submit an application...
Sunday, October 09, 2011

879. The Country - Billy Collins

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. I wondered about you when you told me never to leave a box of wooden, strike-anywhere matches lying around the house because the mice migh...
Friday, September 09, 2011

878. The Cure At Troy (Excerpt) - Seamus Heaney

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. Human beings suffer, they torture one another, they get hurt and get hard. No poem or play or song can fully right a wrong inflicted or en...
Monday, September 05, 2011

877. Dear George Orwell - L. E. Sissman

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Dear George Orwell, I never said farewell. There was too much going on: Crabgrass in the lawn and guests to entertain, Light bantering with...