This is winter, this is night, small love – A sort of black horsehair, A rough, dumb country stuff Steeled with the sheen Of what green stars can make it to our gate. I hold you on my arm. It is very late. The dull bells tongue the hour. The mirror floats us at one [...]
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Poem of the Day: By Candlelight
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 02/08/2012 | Leave a Comment »
Poem of the Day: The Middle Is Twilight
Posted in michael haugh, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 01/31/2012 | Leave a Comment »
Twilight is a threshold time, a corridor, a port, a melting pot, a thing sublime, where light and dark consort. It is a grail, a cup, for dual absolutions. It softens stark extremes and beckons toward solutions. The hero wakes in twilight, past crushing, clashing rocks. In his begging bowl is insight, carried home to [...]
Top 10 Poems of 2011
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 12/29/2011 | Leave a Comment »
1. Ithaca 2. I Walked a Mile with Pleasure 3. The Lost Son 4. Ithaca (video) 5. The Serpent 6. After a While 7. Love Me Like You Never Loved Before 8. Deathless Aphrodite of the Spangled Mind 9. Giving Up 10. The Unicorn
Poem of the Day: In My Hollow Bones
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 12/27/2011 | Leave a Comment »
In my hollow bones I heard her Like a bone woman A lisp Her eyes were green And I see now How I thought I was beautiful Compared to him But she was beautiful Compared to me And he would chose her In my head And in the hall of my roots Where the dead [...]
Poem of the Day: Poem 3
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 12/08/2011 | Leave a Comment »
Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive. Jump into experience while you are alive! Think…and think… while you are alive. If you don’t break your ropes while you’re alive, do you think ghosts will do it after? The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic just because the body is rotten [...]
Poem of the Day: Untitled [I talk to my inner lover]
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 11/24/2011 | Leave a Comment »
I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush? We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves birds and animals and the ants– perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in your mother’s womb. Is it logical you would be walking around entirely orphaned now? The [...]
Poem of the Day: Affirmation
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 11/05/2011 | Leave a Comment »
Once in a while I will come across an unpublished poem – or one will be sent to me – by a talented but unpromoted writer. It is my honor to showcase them to you, especially this poem by Mary Harker. Affirmation “If anyone here knows a reason why these two should not be wed [...]
Poem of the Day: How Many Miles to Babylon?
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 10/31/2011 | Leave a Comment »
How many miles to Babylon? Three-score and ten. Can I get there by candle-light? Yes, there and back again. If your heels are nimble and light, You will get there by candle-light. -Old English Nursery Rhyme
Poem of the Day: Metaphors of a Magnifico
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Wallace Stevens, words, Write, Writer, writing on 10/25/2011 | 2 Comments »
Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges, Into twenty villages, Or one man Crossing a single bridge into a village. This is old song That will not declare itself . . . Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are Twenty men crossing a bridge Into a [...]
Poem of the Day: Night Journey
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, roethke, words, Write, Writer, writing on 10/18/2011 | Leave a Comment »
Now as the train bears west, Its rhythm rocks the earth, And from my Pullman berth I stare into the night While others take their rest. Bridges of iron lace, A suddenness of trees, A lap of mountain mist All cross my line of sight, Then a bleak wasted place, And a lake below my [...]
