Posted in Marge Piercy, poem of the day, poetry, words, Write, Writer on 03/25/2007| 1 Comment »
Dirty Poem
Snow lies on my fields
though the air is so warm I want
to roll on my back and wriggle.
Sure, the dark downhill weep shows
who’s winning, and the thatch of tall
grass is sticking out of the banks,
but I want to start digging and planting.
My swelling hills, my leafbrown loamy
soil interlaced with worms red as mouths,
my garden,
why don’t you hurry up
and take your clothes off ?
-Marge Piercy
Posted in Annabel Lee, Poe, poem of the day, poetry, words, Write, Writer on 03/24/2007| Leave a Comment »
Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love,
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me;
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know)
in this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we,
Of many far wiser than we;
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
-Edgar Allan Poe
Posted in Brigit Pegeen Kelly, Nina Alvarez, poem of the day, poetry, Song, words, Write, Writer on 03/23/2007| Leave a Comment »
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem of the day, poetry, Robert Creeley, words, Write, Writer on 03/22/2007| Leave a Comment »
Still Life Or
Posted in Nina Alvarez, Philadelphia, poem of the day, poetry, South Philadelphia, words, Write, Writer on 03/21/2007| Leave a Comment »
Today, I was in a state, as they say,
fit to be tied.
My arm, I wore it like a long noose
Tucked under my neck,
The elbow up high
Pointing at God.
Today, I was tied in knots,
as they say, I found
I had beaten the great
Mohammed Ali
Out of a lifespan.
Today, I sprung to action
My feet waltzed beneath me
The pavement danced,
Two-stepped with
An iron banjo.
I had no right to give
anyone
anything
in this life,
but I did
and it became like a song
that kept me alive.
-Nina Alvarez
Posted in gary snyder, Nina Alvarez, poem of the day, poetry, words, Write, Writer on 03/21/2007| Leave a Comment »
How Poetry Comes to Me
Posted in Little Mute Boy, Lorca, Nina Alvarez, poem of the day, poetry, words, Write, Writer on 03/20/2007| Leave a Comment »
The Little Mute Boy
The little boy was looking for his voice.
(The king of the crickets had it.)
In a drop of water
the little boy was looking for his voice…
-Frederico Garcia Lorca
Posted in Neruda, Nina Alvarez, poem of the day, poetry on 03/19/2007| Leave a Comment »
If You Forget Me
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch…
-Pablo Neruda
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem of the day, poetry, Richard Wilbur, words on 03/19/2007| Leave a Comment »
The Pardon
My dog lay dead five days without a grave
In the thick of summer, hid in a clump of pine…
-Richard Wilbur
Posted in Louis MacNeice, macneice, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Wolves, words, Write, Writer, writing on 03/17/2007| Leave a Comment »
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