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Archive for January, 2008

To Not Be Here How I want to wet myself in that languid black well Where Oppen and Gadamer and the Beats and Roethke Shook off so easily the eeriness of life. They had some sort of shelf just hidden from the TV Or the violent street, there was time then For poetry, for a [...]

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Who Shall Doubt   consciousness in itself of itself carrying ‘the principle of the actual’ being actual itself ((but maybe this is a love poem Mary) ) nevertheless neither the power of the self nor the racing car nor the lilly is sweet but this   -George Oppen

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Man of War After there were no women, men, and children, from the somber deeps horseshoe crabs crawled up on somber shores: …(read more) -Carol Frost

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…are here !

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Days of Me When people say they miss me, I think how much I miss me too, Me, the old me, the great me, Lover of three women in one day, Modest me, the best me, friend To waiters and bartenders, hearty Laugher and name rememberer, Proud me, handsome and hirsute In soccer shoes and [...]

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Dawn Often now as an old man Who sleeps only four hours a night, I wake before dawn, dress and go down To my study to start typing: Poems, letters, more pages In the book of recollections. Anything to get words flowing, To get them out of my head Where they’re pressing so hard For [...]

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From Jeanette Winterson at jeanettewinterson.com January Honour the fate you are… That’s from the Auden poem ATLANTIS in our January Poem of the Month. It seems like a good thing to remember, surfing into the New Year, with all its challenges and surprises, difficulties and dreams. I don’t want it to sound like I believe [...]

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Spring and Death I had a dream. A wondrous thing: It seem’d an evening in the Spring: – A little sickness in the air From too much fragrance everywhere: – As I walk’d a stilly wood, Sudden, Death before me stood: In a hollow lush and damp, He seem’d a dismal murky stamp On the [...]

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A Myth of Devotion When Hades decided he loved this girl he built for her a duplicate of earth, everything the same, down to the meadow, but with a bed added. Everything the same, including sunlight, because it would be hard on a young girl to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness [...]

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Ulysses It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees. All times [...]

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