Danse Russe If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,- if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: “I am lonely, lonely, [...]
Archive for May, 2007
Poem of the Day: Danse Russe
Posted in Danse Russe, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, william carlos williams, Write, Writer on 05/21/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Poem of the Day: Giving Up
Posted in Giving Up, Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, to know, Write, Writer on 05/21/2007 | 2 Comments »
Giving Up Sometimes It is good to be Not good enough To not know where the line breaks should go To get angry at a fussy computer To spill hot chocolate on it To dislike Sunday evenings as the sun is going down And you have to work all week But don’t have money For [...]
Poem of the Day: Brothers in Arms
Posted in Brothers in Arms, Dire Straights, poem, poem of the day, Write, Writer on 05/19/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Brothers in Arms (lyrics) These mist-covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you’ll return to Your valleys and your farms And you’ll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I’ve watched all your [...]
Poem of the Day: Caged Bird
Posted in Caged Bird, Matthew J. Spireng, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 05/18/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Caged Bird Some believe there’s somewhere in the brain that senses minor fluctuations in the Earth’s magnetic field and uses a sort of memory of that to travel the same route year after year over thousands of miles, over open ocean on moonless, clouded nights, and a built-in clock that, save for weather’s influence, tells [...]
Poem of the Day: The Unicorn
Posted in E. V. Rieu, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, The Unicorn, Write, Writer on 05/17/2007 | 2 Comments »
The Unicorn The Unicorn stood, like a king in a dream, On the bank of a dark Senegambian stream; And flaming flamingoes flew over his head, As the African sun rose in purple and red. Who knows what the thoughts of a unicorn are When he shines on the world like a rising star; When [...]
Poem of the Day: In the Old Days a Poet Once Said
Posted in In the Old Days a Poet Once Said, ko un, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 05/16/2007 | Leave a Comment »
In the Old Days a Poet Once Said In the old days a poet once said our nation is destroyed yet the mountains and rivers survive Today’s poet says the mountains and rivers are destroyed yet our nation survives Tomorrow’s poet will say the mountains and rivers are destroyed our nation is destroyed and Alas! [...]
Poem of the Day: Just for Today
Posted in just for today, Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 05/15/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Just for today if it swims in front of you, you must grab it. If it pinches you you must pinch it back. If it is soft against you, you must forget it. And then remember it right before sleep. -Nina Alvarez
Poem of the Day: anyone lived in a pretty how town
Posted in e.e. cummings, poem, poem of the day, pretty how town, Write, Writer on 05/14/2007 | Leave a Comment »
anyone lived in a pretty how town anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon [...]
Poem of the Day: Philosophy
Posted in Dorothy Parker, philosophy, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 05/13/2007 | 1 Comment »
Philosophy If I should labor through daylight and dark, Consecrate, valorous, serious, true, Then on the world I may blazon my mark; And what if I don’t, and what if I do? -Dorothy Parker
Poem of the Day: Commandment Ten
Posted in commandment ten, Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 05/12/2007 | 1 Comment »
Commandment Ten I love your eyes they look like mine they are dead without design And first comes first second mission this young breath or hardened tail, this sort of alabaster piece of history standing tall on or around it The first step and is it wandering? The first hiccup, drawing [...]
