Notes on the Spring Holidays (excerpt) III Hanukkah In a world where each man must be of use and each thing useful, the rebellious Jews light not one light but eight– not to see by but to look at. -Charles Reznikoff
Archive for December, 2007
Poem of the Day: Notes on the Spring Holidays (excerpt)
Posted in holiday, jew, jewish, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Reznikoff, Spring, words, Write, Writer, writing on 12/18/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Poem of the Day: Meditations on the Fall and Winter Holidays
Posted in holiday, meditation, new years, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Reznikoff, winter, words, Write, Writer, writing on 12/17/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Meditations on the Fall and Winter Holidays I New Year’s The solid houses in the mist are thin as tissue paper; the water laps slowly at the rocks; and the ducks from the north are here at rest on the grey ripples. The company in which we went so free of care, so carelessly, has [...]
Poem of the Day: A Christmas Carol
Posted in carol, wither, words on 12/15/2007 | Leave a Comment »
A Christmas Carol So now is come our joyful feast, Let every man be jolly; Each room with ivy leaves is dressed, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now all our [...]
Poem of the Day: The Shivering Beggar
Posted in humor, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, robert, winter, words, Write, Writer, writing on 12/14/2007 | Leave a Comment »
The Shivering Beggar Near Clapham village, where fields began, Saint Edward met a beggar man. It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled, The old man trembled for the fierce cold. Saint Edward cried, “It is monstrous sin A beggar to lie in rags so thin! An old gray-beard and the frost so keen: I [...]
Poem of the Day: How like a winter hath my absence been (Sonnet 97)
Posted in lonely, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Shakespeare, sonnet, winter, words, Write, Writer, writing on 12/13/2007 | Leave a Comment »
How like a winter hath my absence been (Sonnet 97) How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December’s bareness every where! And yet this time remov’d was summer’s time; The teeming autumn, big with rich [...]
Poem of the Day: Now Winter Nights Enlarge
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, winter, words, Write, Writer, writing on 12/11/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Now Winter Nights Enlarge Now winter nights enlarge This number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine, Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine. Now yellow waxen lights Shall wait on honey love While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights [...]
Poem of the Day: The Visionary
Posted in bronte, holiday, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, vision, visionary, winter, words, Write, Writer, writing on 12/10/2007 | Leave a Comment »
The Visionary Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees. Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor; Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door; The little lamp burns [...]
Poem of the Day: The Snow Man
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, snow, snow man, stevens, wallace, winter, Write, Writer, writing on 12/07/2007 | Leave a Comment »
The Snow Man One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery [...]
Sketch of Myself as a Writer
Posted in alvarez, nina, sketch, Write, Writer, writing on 12/06/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Submitted with my application to a 7-month writing fellowship in Provincetown. Will know by April if I got in! Will keep you guys posted. Sketch of Myself as a Writer I don’t think of myself as a good writer. I’ve tried, but it is just too hard to compare myself to other writers and decide [...]
Poem of the Day: On the Road Home
Posted in home, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, road, stevens, truth, wallace, words, words, Write, Writer, writing on 12/06/2007 | Leave a Comment »
On the Road Home It was when I said, “There is no such thing as the truth,” That the grapes seemed fatter. The fox ran out of his hole. You . . . You said “There are many truths, But they are not parts of a truth.” Then the tree, at night, began to change, [...]
