Tuesday, April 30, 2013

932. The Dead - Billy Collins

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The dead are always looking down on us, they say.
 while we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich,
 they are looking down through ...
Sunday, April 28, 2013

931. The Work of Happiness - May Sarton

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. I thought of happiness how it is woven Out of the silence in the empty house each day, And how it is not sudden and it is not given But is...
Tuesday, April 16, 2013

930. A Funeral - Wislawa Szymborska

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Wislawa Szymborska - A Funeral Translated from the Polish by MikoĊ‚aj Sekrecki "so suddenly, who would've expected this" "...
Sunday, March 31, 2013

929. Fog-Horn - W. S. Merwin

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. Surely that moan is not the thing That men thought they were making, when they Put it there, for their own necessities. That throat does n...
Thursday, March 28, 2013

928. Wash - John Updike

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. For seven days it rained that June: A storm half out to sea kept turning around like a dog         trying to settle himself on a rug: ...
Thursday, March 14, 2013

927. Inversely, as the Square of Their Distances Apart - Kenneth Rexroth

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. It is impossible to see anything In this dark: but I know this is me, Rexroth, Plunging through the night on a chilling planet. It is ...
Tuesday, March 12, 2013

926. Dust of Snow - Robert Frost

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. The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a...
Friday, March 08, 2013

925. Rhapsody Part 7 - Mary Oliver

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. If you are in the garden, I will dress myself in leaves. If you are in the sea I will slide into that smooth blue nest, I will talk fis...
Tuesday, March 05, 2013

924. Simple Song - Marge Piercy

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. When we are going toward someone we say you are just like me your thoughts are my brothers word matches word how easy to be together....
Wednesday, February 13, 2013

923. For Georgia - Lenore Horowitz

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(Georgia O'Keeffe)  From: (http://www.womencandoit.com/) 
Lines map your face,
 and eyes like blue stars 
set my compass
 to your no...
Monday, January 14, 2013

922. Break of Day - Jorge Luis Borges

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Translated from the Spanish by Stephen Kessler In the deep night of the universe scarcely contradicted by the streetlamps a lost gust of win...
Sunday, January 06, 2013

921. Monticello - May Sarton

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 . This legendary house, this dear enchanted tomb, Once so supremely lived in, and for life designed, Will none of moldy death nor give i...
Sunday, December 30, 2012

920. Palais de Chaillot Inscriptions

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Translated by ? THE PASSERBY MUST DECIDE IF I AM TOMB OR TREASURE HOUSE ELOQUENT OR MUTE THE CHOICE IS YOURS MY FRIEND DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT...
Saturday, December 15, 2012

919. Along the Way - Lenore Horowitz

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 From: (http://www.womencandoit.com/) Along the way,
 a moment shimmers into being, 
frames itself 
to image where you are.
 You see it ...
Sunday, December 09, 2012

918. Miracle Fair - Wislawa Szymborska

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Translated from the Polish by Joanna Trzeciak (1 ) Commonplace miracle: that so many commonplace miracles happen. An ordinary miracle: in th...
Sunday, December 02, 2012

917. A Dream of Trees - Mary Oliver

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 . There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green and modest acres A little way from every troubling town, A littl...
Tuesday, November 20, 2012

916. Shadows - D. H. Lawrence

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And if tonight my soul may find her peace
 in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,
 and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower 
the...
Sunday, November 18, 2012

915. Year's End - Jorge Luis Borge

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Translated from the Spanish by W. S. Merwin Neither the symbolic detail of a three instead of a two, nor that rough metaphor that hails one ...
Saturday, November 17, 2012

914. Toy Camera - Lenore Horowitz

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. If only life could be like that 
sometimes, just blurred at the edges,
 slightly out of focus,
 a tiny bit fogged,
 and those people ...
Tuesday, November 06, 2012

913. Now I Become Myself - May Sarton

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. Now I become myself. It’s taken Time, many years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people’s faces, Run madly, as if...