This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighing, And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimble mansion, Where bloom and bees Fulfilled their oriental circuit, Then ceased like these. -Emily Dickinson
Archive for January, 2010
Poem of the Day: This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 01/30/2010 | 1 Comment »
Poem of the Day: The Want Bone
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 01/24/2010 | 2 Comments »
The tongue of the waves tolled in the earth’s bell. Blue rippled and soaked in the fire of blue. The dried mouthbones of a shark in the hot swale Gaped on nothing but sand on either side. The bone tasted of nothing and smelled of nothing, A scalded toothless harp, uncrushed, unstrung. The joined arcs [...]
Poem of the Day: The White Fires of Venus
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 01/12/2010 | Leave a Comment »
The White Fires of Venus We mourn this senseless planet of regret, droughts, rust, rain, cadavers that can’t tell us, but I promise you one day the white fires of Venus shall rage: the dead, feeling that power, shall be lifted, and each of us will have his resurrected one to tell him, “Greetings. You [...]
