Tuesday, September 25, 2012

907. Under One Small Star - Wislawa Szymborska

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Under One Small Star (1) Translated from the Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh My apologies to chance for calling it necessit...
Tuesday, September 18, 2012

906. Parallax - Lenore Horowitz

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 From: (http://www.womencandoit.com/) You never know 
What will change the world- 
a word lightly spoken,
 a touch from a stranger,
 a...
Saturday, September 01, 2012

905. Credo - Maxine Kumin

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. I believe in magic. I believe in the rights of animals to leap out of our skins as recorded in the Kiowa legend: Directly there was a bear...
Sunday, August 05, 2012

904. The Swan - Mary Oliver

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Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river? 
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air - 
An armful of w...
Tuesday, July 31, 2012

903. The Healing Time - Pesha Gertler

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Finally on my way to yes I bump into all the places where I said no to my life all the untended wounds the red and purple scars those hierog...
Thursday, July 26, 2012

902. That I Not Be A Restless Ghost - Margaret Mead

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(to her daughter) That I not be a restless ghost Who haunts your footsteps as they pass Beyond the point where you have left Me standin...
Saturday, July 07, 2012

901. So Much Happiness - Naomi Shihab Nye

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. It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness. With sadness there is something to rub against, A wound to tend with lotion and...
Tuesday, July 03, 2012

900. Nocturne - Tomas Tranströmer

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t ranslated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton I drive through a village at night, the houses rise up in the glare of my headlights—they...
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...