Saturday, March 08, 2014

965. Request - Lawrence Raab

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. For a long time I was sure it should be "Jumping Jack Flash," then the adagio from Schubert's C major Quintet, but right now...
Friday, February 07, 2014

964. You can rely on him - Yehuda Amichi

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. Happiness has no father. No happiness ever Learns from the one before, and it dies, without heirs. But sadness has a long tradition, P...
Sunday, January 26, 2014

963. When I Wrote A Little - Hayden Carruth

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When I Wrote A Little poem in the ancient mode for you 
that was musical and had old words 

in it such as would never do in 
the acad...
Saturday, January 04, 2014

962. A Thank-You Note - Wislawa Szymborska

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Translated from the Polish by Joanna Trzecia k I owe a lot to those I do not love. Relief in accepting others care for them more. Joy that I...
Thursday, December 26, 2013

961. In The White Sky - William Stafford

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. Many things in the world have already happened. You can go back and tell about them. They are part of what we own as we speed along ...
Monday, December 23, 2013

960. Yes! No! - Mary Oliver

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. How necessary it is to have opinions! I think the spotted trout lilies are satisfied, standing a few inches above the earth. I think sere...
Thursday, December 19, 2013

959. The Other Tiger - Jorge Luis Borges

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  Translated from the Spanish by Alastair Reid          "And the craft createth a semblance."             —Morris, Sigurd the V...
Monday, December 09, 2013

958. Lying in wait for happiness - Yehuda Amichai

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. On the broad steps leading down to the Western Wall A beautiful woman came up to me: You don't remember me, I'm Shoshana in Hebrew...
Thursday, December 05, 2013

957. The Makers - Howard Nemerov

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. Who can remember back to the first poets, The greatest ones, greater even than Orpheus? No one has remembered that far back Or now conside...
Thursday, November 28, 2013

956. Words In A Certain Appropriate Mode - Hayden Carruth

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. It is not music, though one has tried music. 
It is not nature, though one has tried
 The rose, the bluebird, and the bear.
 It is not...
Thursday, November 21, 2013

955. Going To Horse Flats (excerpt) - Robinson Jeffers

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. Amazingly active a toothless old man Hobbled beside me up the canyon, going to Horse Flats, he said, To see to some hives of bees. It w...
Sunday, November 10, 2013

954. The Fix-Up - Judith Viorst

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. I have this friend Muriel who is attractive and intelligent and     terribly understanding and loyal and My husband has this friend Ralph ...
Tuesday, November 05, 2013

953. Theatre Impressions (2) - Wislawa Szymborska

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Translated from the Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh For me the tragedy's most important act is the sixth: the raisin...
Thursday, October 31, 2013

952. Shadows - Linda Hussa

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. The winter solstice is passed. The new year will find its way on dreams we have not yet dreamed. In spring's papery dawns the living s...
Thursday, October 24, 2013

951. I Remember Galileo - Gerald Stern

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. I remember Galileo describing mind as a piece of paper blown around by the wind, and I loved the sight of it sticking to a tree or jumping...
Tuesday, October 15, 2013

950. Saint Francis and the Sow - Galway Kinnell

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. The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don't flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; th...
Saturday, October 05, 2013

949. Poem Of The One World - Mary Oliver

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. This morning the beautiful white heron was floating along above the water and then into the sky of this the one world we all belong...
Wednesday, September 25, 2013

948 - For the Sleepwalkers - Edward Hirsch

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. Tonight I want to say something wonderful for the sleepwalkers who have so much faith in their legs, so much faith in the invisible a...
Friday, September 20, 2013

947. California - Hayden Carruth

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For Adrienne Rich To come again into the place of revolutionary thought after years in the wilderness of complacency and hard-eyed greed...
Sunday, September 15, 2013

946. Second Fall in the Afterlife - Dean Young

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First I go out into the yard to see what survived the night. The broken birdbath still holds a few handfuls of water, good enough for th...