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I have been fighting all my life, and losing it seems. Against the force of my own gravity. I want to succumb to it, but as low as it may pull me down, it won’t kill me. So I succumb only sporadically, as it is better to swim against your anchors while your head is [...]

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The fall is coming and though I’m in Paris I am already thinking about the Northeastern U.S. in autumn and that sad, sweet quality of the season. And it brings me to mind of leaves and pumpkins and sweaters and returning to school, though I haven’t had a fall homecoming since I quit teaching 4 [...]

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From “Me Again” The more bored I became with my unacceptable person, the more I returned to the theme of my person; worst of all, I kept painting myself to myself in the midst of a happening. What an idiot (I said to myself a thousand times over) to perfect all that craft of description [...]

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Anselm Kiefer   The woman thinks of Straw, ash, clay, lead, and shellac the milky dust that clings to a hand As it paints furrows in a bohemian landscape   He readies the milk-mud for a canvas half the size of her vision   and without knowing anything else she has seen him in New [...]

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Since I posted the poem Ithaca by C.P. Cavafy in May 2007, it has been the most sought after and most read poem on this site, garnering 1,720 views. Karl Mikelsons just wrote in to the comments section of the posting and pointed me to this fantastic reading of the poem by Sean Connery. Only [...]

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Aubade: Lake Erie When sun, light handed, sows this Indian water With a crop of cockles, The vines arrange their tender shadows In the sweet leafage of an artificial France. Awake, in the frames of windows, innocent children, Loving the blue, sprayed leaves of childish life, Applaud the bearded corn, the bleeding grape, And cry: [...]

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Venus and Adonis [But, lo! from forth a copse] But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis’ trampling courser doth espy, And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud; The strong-neck’d steed, being tied unto a tree, Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he. [...]

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