Love We cannot live, except thus mutually We alternate, aware or unaware, The reflex act of life: and when we bear Our virtue onward most impulsively, Most full of invocation, and to be Most instantly compellant, certes, there We live most life, whoever breathes most air And counts his dying years by sun and sea. [...]
Archive for September, 2007
Poem of the Day: The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Posted in live, love, marlowe, passion, passionate, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, shepard, Write, Writer, writing on 09/14/2007 | 2 Comments »
Today NinaAlvarez.net hit 5,000 visits. I want to do something to celebrate, but for now I’ll just say: THANKS FOR COMING TO READ! The Passionate Shepherd to His Love Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. [...]
Poem of the Day: the way to hump a cow is not
Posted in cummings, hump, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 09/08/2007 | 1 Comment »
the way to hump a cow is not… the way to hump a cow is not to get yourself a stool but draw a line around the spot and call it beautifool to multiply because and why dividing thens by nows and adding and(i understand) is hows to hump a cows the way to hump [...]
Poem of the Day: The Serpent
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, roethke, serpent, sing, singing, snake, Write, Writer, writing on 09/07/2007 | 7 Comments »
The Serpent There was a Serpent who had to sing. There was. There was. He simply gave up Serpenting. Because. Because. He didn’t like his Kind of Life; He couldn’t find a proper Wife; He was a Serpent with a soul; He got no Pleasure down his Hole. And so, of course, he had to [...]
Loving Books and Teaching Books
Posted in poll, read, reading, resource, teach, teaching, thought on 09/06/2007 | Leave a Comment »
A recent poll by the AP shows that only 1 in 4 adults have read a book in the past year. This makes my stomach hurt. Maybe it’s my heart dropping into my stomach, but either way, it isn’t a good sign for a writer, editor, and publisher… Go to my teaching page to continue [...]
Poem of the Day: To Have Without Holding
Posted in hold, learn, love, Marge Piercy, open, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, to have without holding, Write, Writer, writing on 09/06/2007 | Leave a Comment »
To Have Without Holding Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on their hinges, the cupboard unlocked, the wind roaring and whimpering in the rooms rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds that thwack like rubber bands in an open palm. It hurts to love [...]
Poem of the Day: OBOE
Posted in ana elsner, music, oboe, origin, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, uncommon, woman, Write, Writer, writing on 09/05/2007 | 2 Comments »
Today’s submission is by Ana Elsner. You can read more about her at her Wikipedia page. I especially recommend her poem there called “Poetry.” OBOE The unhurried echo of an oboe, attuned femaleness of sound, contains me. Chromosomes of Woman, bestowed on me in my wombed beginning, make me a sounding reed, like the oboe. [...]
