Friday, April 29, 2022

1087. Capriccio Italian - Stephen Dunn

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. From the mountain drifts down the finest mist so fine you walk in it, letting it glaze your hair, while boats on the lake bob and blur....
Sunday, April 03, 2022

1086. Country Scene - Hô Xuân Hong (1775- 1820)

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Translated by John Balaban The waterfall plunges in mist. Who can describe this desolate scene: the long white river sliding through ...
Thursday, March 17, 2022

1085. A Message to Po Chu-I - W. S. Merwin

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In that tenth winter of your exile the cold never letting go of you and your hunger aching inside you day and night while you heard the v...
Wednesday, March 09, 2022

1084 - On Setting A Migrant Goose Free - Po Chu-I (Bay Juyl) (772-846)

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Translated by David Hinton Snows heavy at Hsan-yang this tenth-year winter, river water spawns ice, tree branches break and fall, and h...
Thursday, February 17, 2022

1083. Frederick Douglass - Robert Hayden

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. When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful and terrible thing, needful to man as air, usable as earth, when it...

1082. What Kind of Times Are These - Adrienne Rich

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. There’s a place between two stands of trees whee the grass grows   uphill and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows near a...

1081. Vegetarian Physics - David Clewell

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. The tofu that’s shown up overnight in this house is frightening. proof of the Law of Conservation: matter that simply cannot be created...
Friday, January 28, 2022

1080. Back From Market - Eavan Boland

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Jean Siméon Chardin, The Provider (LaPourvoyeuse) Dressed in the colors of a country day - Grey-blue, blue-grey, the white of seagulls’...
Monday, January 03, 2022

1079. The Summer-Camp Bus Pulls Away From the Curb - Sharon Olds

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Whatever he needs, he has or doesn’t   have by now. Whatever the world is going to do to him it has started to do. With a pencil and two ...
Wednesday, December 22, 2021

1078. The Storm - Mary Oliver

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Now through the white orchard my little dog romps, breaking the new snow with wild feet. Running here running there, excited, hard...
Tuesday, December 07, 2021

1077. From the book: Moments of Rising Mist

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(Sung Landscape Poetry [CE 960-1127] translated by Amitendranath Tagore)) Mei Yao-ch’en - A Walk on Lu-shan Mountain My longing for wil...
Sunday, November 21, 2021

1076. Dream Song 14 - John Berryman

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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreove...
Saturday, October 23, 2021

1075. Incantation - Czeslaw Milosz

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Translated from the Polish by Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Pinsky Human reason is beautiful and invincible. No bars, no barbed wire, no pulp...
Saturday, October 16, 2021

1074. Singing Everything - Joy Harjo

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Once there were songs for everything, Songs for planting, for growing, for harvesting, For eating, getting drunk, falling asleep, For sunris...
Wednesday, September 08, 2021

1073. Famous - Naomi Shihab Nye

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The river is famous to the fish.  The loud voice is famous to silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so. The ...
Tuesday, August 10, 2021

1072. Theme For English B - Langston Hughes

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The instructor said,   Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you — Then, it will be true. I wonder ...
Wednesday, July 28, 2021

1071. Morning Birds - Tomas Tranströmer

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  Translated from the Swedish by Gunnar Harding and Frederic Will I wake my car. Its windshield is covered with pollen. I put on my sungl...
Tuesday, July 27, 2021

1070. From The Journals Of The Frog Prince - Susan Mitchell

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  In March I dreamed of mud, sheets of mud over the ballroom chairs and table. rainbow slicks of mud under the throne. In April I saw mud...

1069. Bring Me The Sunflower - Eugenio Montale

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Translated from the Italian by George Kay Bring me the sunflower for me to transplant to my own ground burnt by the spray of sea, and sho...
Thursday, July 22, 2021

1068. The Promise We Live By - Simon J. Ortiz

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On the West Coast, days of rainstorm wrestle the Coast Range, their wet fury driven landward. We never quite know what the sky promises, and...