She I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? – My lady laughs, delighting in what is. If she but sighs, a bird puts out its tongue. She makes space lonely with a lovely song. She lilts a low soft language, and I hear Down long sea-chambers of the inner ear. We sing together; [...]
Archive for May, 2007
Poem of the Day: She
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, roethke, she, Write, Writer on 05/31/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Poem of the Day: Not Waving But Drowning
Posted in Not Waving But Drowning, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Stevie Smith, Write, Writer on 05/30/2007 | 1 Comment »
Not Waving But Drowning Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he’s dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no [...]
Poem of the Day: Spring and Fall, to a Young Child
Posted in Hopkins, Margaret, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Spring, Write, Writer on 05/29/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Spring and Fall, to a Young Child Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! as the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; [...]
Poem of the Day: Agnes Kelley, 51, Died of Pneumonia, 1906
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 05/28/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Agnes Kelley, 51, Died of Pneumonia, 1906 I am long dead to you Bones make sounds, rattle under rock This is my rock And I talk We are long dead The ones who whisper The ones who Wander in a Country shed Batting at rakes And plates And sparrows Squaking This breath is talking And [...]
Poem of the Day: Untitled
Posted in love, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Rick Wright, Write, Writer on 05/27/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Untitled She asked me to walk by her side, the velvet path of sweet rosed lines. -Rick Wright
Poem of the Day: White Beard
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, White Beard, William Felling, Write, Writer on 05/27/2007 | Leave a Comment »
White Beard Tonight I am the old man’s white beard wizened and grizzled in deep lined cuts resigned to the slope and bend of flesh gravity pulled furrows over ashen dust It was the clink of glasses that started this taking small potent steps down the hall inching closer to her hated breath the weight [...]
Poem of the Day: Leda and the Swan
Posted in Leda and the Swan, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, Yeats on 05/25/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Leda and the Swan A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? And how can body, [...]
Poem of the Day: Rain Upon the Gossip Tree
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, question, rain, Rain Upon the Gossip Tree, Write, Writer on 05/24/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Rain Upon the Gossip Tree The window frames the Gossip tree tonight Dark brick below A clean gray blue above It rained for over an hour The air cooled I thought of you The birds sung My room felt like a rain forest I think of what I would say to you I scratch my [...]
Poem of the Day: The Ninth Elegy
Posted in poem, poem of the day, rilke, The Ninth Elegy, Write, Writer on 05/23/2007 | Leave a Comment »
The Ninth Elegy Why, if it’s possible to spend this span of existence as laurel, a little darker than all other greens, with little waves on every leaf-edge (like the smile of a breeze), why, then, must we be human and, shunning destiny, long for it?… Oh, not because happiness, that over-hasty profit of loss [...]
Poem of the Day: In Every Direction
Posted in In Every Direction, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Ralph Angel, Write, Writer on 05/22/2007 | 1 Comment »
In Every Direction As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. A delicate lizard sits on your shoulder, its eyes blinking in every direction. And when you lean forward and present your hands to the basin of water, and glimpse the glass face [...]
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