Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, william carlos williams, words, Write, writing on 03/25/2011| Leave a Comment »
Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,
sleepless.
— through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks.
-William Carlos Williams
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 03/14/2011| Leave a Comment »
* * *
Indeed this love was a brass and glass construct
* * *
Lures hang in the trees from where i come and you
Will know me by the great mounds of fishwife tears
Lining the rivers and following bank to shore of sea
.
“fishwife tears”
Posted in pablo neruda, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 03/01/2011| Leave a Comment »
March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret,
things slip to silence one by one.
Through fortuity, at this crisis of errant skies,
you reunite the lives of the sea to that of fire,
grey lurchings of the ship of winter
to the form that love carved in the guitar.
O love, O rose soaked by mermaids and spume,
dancing flame that climbs the invisible stairway,
to waken the blood in insomnia’s labyrinth,
so that the waves can complete themselves in the sky,
the sea forget its cargoes and rages,
and the world fall into darkness’s nets
-Pablo Neruda
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