Waste is not possible Like molding bread What we do not eat we are not fed Choose large portions more to savor Choose company now Solitude later Make more words long, willowy wands And dance with the dharma on samsara ponds -Nina Alvarez
Archive for January, 2009
Poem of the Day: Dance with the Dharma
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 01/28/2009 | Leave a Comment »
Poem of the Day: Among the Multitude
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Whitman, words, Write, Writer, writing on 01/24/2009 | Leave a Comment »
Among the Multitude AMONG the men and women the multitude, I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs, Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than I am, Some are baffled, but that one is not–that one knows me. Ah lover and perfect equal, I meant that you [...]
Poem of the Day: Orange
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 01/23/2009 | 2 Comments »
Orange At the beginning of my life, all dwelt in orange. I swear the womb, my first room, my mother, my eyes were orange. I used to call out to the places on that warm light surface, depth was in the surface, surface and depth, one. Yet how is it that we think we can [...]
Poem of the Day: Poetry
Posted in moore, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 01/20/2009 | 1 Comment »
Poetry I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it after all, a place for the genuine. (continue) -Marianne Moore
Poem of the Day: The Subalterns
Posted in hardy, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 01/16/2009 | Leave a Comment »
The Subalterns I “Poor wanderer,” said the leaden sky, “I fain would lighten thee, But there are laws in force on high Which say it must not be.” II –”I would not freeze thee, shorn one,” cried The North, “knew I but how To warm my breath, to slack my stride; But I am ruled [...]
Poem of the Day: The Song that I Came to Sing
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 01/05/2009 | 1 Comment »
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart. The blossom has not opened; only the wind [...]
Poem of the Day: Almost Being There
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 01/04/2009 | 2 Comments »
It’s because of the Colosseum of class of certain phrases and fixed looks. It’s because of books. Not the thought of books- or the feel of books- but the real of books. It’s because the mind can go many ways- but they’ll only honor one. It’s because other voices on other days flickered from my [...]
Rilke, Tzara, Duprey, Tengour
Posted in 4x1, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 01/03/2009 | Leave a Comment »
