Tuesday, June 26, 2012

899. To Be Found - Willow Pearson

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. We are always looking for the mirror
 by which we might see 
our true Self Look closely. There is no place that mirror is not Yet the...
Saturday, June 23, 2012

899. “Any fool can get into an ocean . . .” - Jack Spicer

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. Any fool can get into an ocean But it takes a Goddess To get out of one. What’s true of oceans is true, of course, Of labyrinths and...
Saturday, June 09, 2012

898. Argos - Michael Collier

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. If you think Odysseus too strong and brave to cry, that the god-loved, god-protected hero when he returned to Ithaka disguised, intent to ...
Wednesday, June 06, 2012

897. Secure - May Swenson

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. Let us deceive ourselves a little while   Let us pretend that air is earth   and falling lie resting within each other's gaze   Let us...
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...