Sally’s Hair It’s like living in a light bulb, with the leaves Like filaments and the sky a shell of thin, transparent glass Enclosing the late heaven of a summer day, a canopy Of incandescent blue above the dappled sunlight golden on the grass. I took the train back from Poughkeepsie to New York And [...]
Archive for November, 2007
Poem of the Day: Sally’s Hair
Posted in john, koethe, life, new york, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, poughkeepsie, sally's hair, Write, Writer, writing on 11/16/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Poem: A Robe of White Roses
Posted in 4x1, alvarez, anders hansen, duprey, gregory paul, jean-pierre, joris, love, nina, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Rick Wright, robe, roses, surreal, weep, white, Write, Writer, writing on 11/14/2007 | Leave a Comment »
A Robe of White Roses The red window open upon her beauty, Do I conceive love thus? Crimes of tears at the blood-painted stones, Olive trees, in a horrible old age, become younger. And my weapons are the color of marble Which, by the length of a whole world, Overtakes the forgotten street Where my [...]
Poem of the Day: Kaddish, Part I
Posted in ginsberg, kaddish, new york, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, times square, Write, Writer, writing on 11/13/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Kaddish, Part I Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I’ve been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the phonograph the rhythm the rhythm–and [...]
Poem of the Day: Come Up From the Fields Father
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, son, Whitman, Write, Writer, writing on 11/12/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Come Up From the Fields Father Come up from the fields father, here’s a letter from our Pete, And come to the front door mother, here’s a letter from thy dear son. Lo, ’tis autumn, Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder, Cool and sweeten Ohio’s villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate [...]
Refinements in Thinking
Posted in alvarez, money, museum, nina, Philadelphia, philly, privilege, privlege, read, reader, reading, rosenbach, study, think, thought, ulysses, Write, Writer on 11/11/2007 | 3 Comments »
What is this? I find my body passing through the luxuries of another’s order. The stale or crisp ins and out of small things kept in windexed glass boxes, resembling the miniature angles and tracks of the past, leaping out only through my own revving up of their engines. I watch them glitter and swirl [...]
Poem of the Day: Of Hands and Moons
Posted in 4x1, duprey, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, shadow, sleep, surreal, Write, Writer, writing on 11/10/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Of Hands and Moons From nothing that cheats and twists To nothing of me that falls asleep Of me that falls asleep, the tidying of pain Folded in the shadow of my fear; is it here that I dream of the dead? A hand in the sunset from which I fall asleep From which I [...]
Poem of the Day: Mirabeau Bridge
Posted in Apollinaire, Guillaume, Guillaume Apollinaire, joy, life, love, mirabeau bridge, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, revell, river, Write, Writer, writing on 11/09/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Mirabeau Bridge Under Mirabeau Bridge the river slips away And lovers Must I be reminded Joy came always after pain The night is a clock chiming The days go by not I We’re face to face and hand in hand While under the bridges Of embrace expire Eternal tired tidal eyes The night is a [...]
Poem of the Day: from Testament
Posted in lonely, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, ranier, rilke, testment, Write, Writer, writing on 11/08/2007 | Leave a Comment »
The Aloneness in which I have anchored myself for the last twenty years must not become an exception, a “vacation” which, adducing many justifications, I would have to beg from a supervising happiness. I must live in it without any boundaries. It has to remain this ground of consciousness, to which I can always return, [...]
Poem of the Day: from Testament
Posted in 4x1, A Quick One Before I Go, inspiration, inspire, loneliness, muse, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, ranier, rilke, work, Write, Writer, writing on 11/07/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Artist, do not believe that your test lies in the work. You are not what you pretend to be, and what this or that one, not knowing any better, may take you for, until the work has become your very nature to such an extent that you cannot do otherwise than prove yourself in it. [...]
Poem of the Day: from the draft of a letter
Posted in letter, love, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, ranier, refusal, rilke, sad, Write, Writer, writing on 11/06/2007 | Leave a Comment »
All these refusals, do not forget it, my love, have to do with your power. If I were free, if my heart were not bound like a star into the relationships of the irrefutable spirit, then every word, from which rebellion in formed here, denial, complaint – would be Your fame, crossing over to You, [...]
