I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black face— And this is what I see: This fenced-off narrow space Assigned to me. I look then at the silly walls Through dark eyes in a dark face— And this is what I know: That all these walls oppression builds Will have to go! [...]
Archive for December, 2008
Poem of the Day: I Look at the World
Posted in Hughes, poem, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 12/31/2008 | 2 Comments »
Top 10 Poems of 2008
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 12/28/2008 | 2 Comments »
1. Ithaca 2. Dirty Poem 3. Love Me Like You Never Loved Me Before 4. The Pumpkin 5. I Walked a Mile with Pleasure 6. The Lost Son 7. The Gashlycrumb Tinies 8. Poem-Video of Ithaca 9. Lucinda Matlock 10. A Rabbit As King of the Ghosts
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Posted in words on 12/27/2008 | Leave a Comment »
I’m excited about the wonderful community I am connected to through NinaAlvarez.net. Here are my plans for the coming year: Another “Send me a poem, I’ll send you a book” contest Author interviews Friday night writing/publishing discussion series And of course, the poems I love and a couple of my own Let me know if [...]
Poem of the Day: Twas the Night before Christmas
Posted in moore, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 12/22/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. And [...]
Poem of the Day: Canto 1
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, pound, Write, Writer, writing on 12/21/2008 | Leave a Comment »
Canto 1 And then went down to the ship, Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and We set up mast and sail on that swart ship, Bore sheep aboard her, and our bodies also Heavy with weeping, and winds from sternward Bore us onward with bellying canvas, Crice’s this craft, the trim-coifed [...]
Support Literature this Christmas
Posted in words on 12/18/2008 | 3 Comments »
Words Without Borders The Online Magazine of International Literature Even Small Donations Make A Big Difference at Words Without Borders December 17, 2008 Dear Friend of Words Without Borders, Thank you for your support of Words Without Borders and its unique role in bringing literary voices from around the world to English-language readers. It has [...]
Poem of the Day: 1933
Posted in hull, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 12/16/2008 | Leave a Comment »
1933 Whole countries hover, oblivious on the edge of history and in Cleveland the lake already is dying. None of this matters to my mother at seven, awakened from sleep (continue) -Lynda Hull
Poem of the Day: on Love
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 12/16/2008 | Leave a Comment »
When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste [...]
Poem of the Day: In a Country
Posted in Levis, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 12/14/2008 | Leave a Comment »
In a Country My love and I are inventing a country, which we can already see taking shape, as if wheels were passing through yellow mud. But there is a prob- lem: if we put a river in the country, it will thaw and begin flooding. If we put the river on the bor- der, [...]
Little Notebooks, Short lines: Muriel Inniss
Posted in little notebooks, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, short lines, Write, Writer, writing on 12/11/2008 | Leave a Comment »
“I have a new method of poetry. All you got to do is look over your notebooks… or lay down on a couch, and think of anything that comes into your head, especially the miseries. Then arrange in lines of two, three or four words each, don’t bother about sentences, in sections of two, three [...]
