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Archive for March, 2007

Today, I was in a state, as they say, fit to be tied. My arm, I wore it like a long noose Tucked under my neck, The elbow up high Pointing at God. Today, I was tied in knots, as they say, I found I had beaten the great Mohammed Ali Out of a lifespan. [...]

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How Poetry Comes to Me It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays… -Gary Snyder

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The Little Mute Boy The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice… -Frederico Garcia Lorca

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If You Forget Me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch… -Pablo Neruda

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The Pardon My dog lay dead five days without a grave In the thick of summer, hid in a clump of pine… -Richard Wilbur

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Wolves I do not want to be reflective any more Envying and despising unreflective things… -Louis MacNeice

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Ice and rain may cover the Northeast this weekend to such a degree that I won’t be able to travel to Morgantown and give my paper at the African Literature Association’s 33rd annual conference. In rueful honor of this, today’s poem: Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in [...]

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from Song of Myself I Celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d [...]

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O me! O life!  O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless–of cities fill’d with the foolish; Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light–of the objects mean–of the struggle ever renew’d; [...]

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The Waking I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. -Theodore Roethke

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