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Archive for June, 2007

A precious — mouldering pleasure — ’tis —
To meet an Antique Book —
In just the Dress his Century wore —
A privilege — I think —

His venerable Hand to take —
And warming in our own —
A passage back — or two — to make —
To Times when he — was young —

His quaint opinions — to inspect —
His thought to ascertain
On Themes concern our mutual mind —
The Literature of Man —

What interested Scholars — most —
What Competitions ran —
When Plato — was a Certainty —
And Sophocles — a Man —

When Sappho — was a living Girl —
And Beatrice wore
The Gown that Dante — deified —
Facts Centuries before

He traverses — familiar —
As One should come to Town —
And tell you all your Dreams — were true —
He lived — where Dreams were born —

His presence is Enchantment —
You beg him not to go —
Old Volume shake their Vellum Heads
And tantalize — just so —

-Emily Dickinson

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Dolor

I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,
Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight,
All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage,
Desolation in immaculate public places,
Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard,
The unalterable pathos of basin and pitcher,
Ritual of multigraph, paper-clip, comma,
Endless duplicaton of lives and objects.
And I have seen dust from the walls of institutions,
Finer than flour, alive, more dangerous than silica,
Sift, almost invisible, through long afternoons of tedium,
Dropping a fine film on nails and delicate eyebrows,
Glazing the pale hair, the duplicate grey standard faces.

-Theodore Roethke

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Color of the flower
Has already faded away,
While in idle thoughts
My life passes vainly by,
As I watch the long rains fall.

-Ono no Komachi

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Her Reply

IF all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy Love.

But Time drives flocks from field to fold;
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward Winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither–soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,–
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy Love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy Love.

-Sir Walter Raleigh

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Achill

I lie and imagine a first light gleam in the bay
  After one more night of erosion and nearer the grave,
Then stand and gaze from the window at break of day
  As a shearwater skims the ridge of an incoming wave;
And I think of my son a dolphin in the Aegean,
  A sprite among sails knife-bright in a seasonal wind,
And wish he were here where currachs walk on the ocean
  To ease with his talk the solitude locked in my mind.

I sit on a stone after lunch and consider the glow
  Of the sun through mist, a pearl bulb containèdly fierce;
A rain-shower darkens the schist for a minute or so
  Then it drifts away and the sloe-black patches disperse.
Croagh Patrick towers like Naxos over the water
  And I think of my daughter at work on her difficult art
And wish she were with me now between thrush and plover,
  Wild thyme and sea-thrift, to lift the weight from my heart.

The young sit smoking and laughing on the bridge at evening
  Like birds on a telephone pole or notes on a score.
A tin whistle squeals in the parlour, once more it is raining,
  Turf-smoke inclines and a wind whines under the door;
And I lie and imagine the lights going on in the harbor
  Of white-housed Náousa, your clear definition at night,
And wish you were here to upstage my disconsolate labour
  As I glance through a few thin pages and switch off the light.


-Derek Mahon

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