National Poetry Month
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National Poetry Month has come to an end. I hope you have enjoyed the poets I have shared here. Some were favorites of mine, others were new voices that I wish to learn more about. The festival of Beltane begins at sundown tonight, and so we will say goodbye to April with a song to…
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Spring is coming soon! The setting is right for it: a plum tree, the moon.
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Somewherea black bearhas just risen from sleepand is staring down the mountain.All nightin the brisk and shallow restlessnessof early spring I think of her,her four black fistsflicking the gravel,her tongue like a red firetouching the grass,the cold water.There is only one question: how to love this world.I think of herrisinglike a black and leafy ledge…
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I missed another day; working on the house renovations took over the whole day. (Until we got back to the apartment, where I stayed awake long enough to shower and eat!) Anyway, here are two poem for your Monday. We are almost at the end of National Poetry Month. I hope you have enjoyed the…
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Ox that I saw in my childhood, as you steamedin the burning gold on the Nicaraguan sun,there on the rich plantation filled with tropicalharmonies; woodland dove, of the woods that sangwith the sound of the wind, of axes, of birds and wild bulls:I salute you both, because you are both my life. You, heavy ox,…
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‘We are sending you, dear flowers, Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O’er the cold graves where you lie; But you go to bring them fadeless life In the bright homes where they dwell, And you softly smile that ‘t is so, As we sadly sing farewell. O plead with…
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The cries of the wild geese are spring,are returningwarmth and growth and light,are the promise of apples ripening on the branchand crickets singing in the summer night,are hope in flight. Every year I hear them I am olderand yet reborn –each year is another step closer to the last, and yetalso, somehow, a new dawn,a…
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I first read Bhanu Kapil’s The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers in college and I was absolutely enthralled. This was poetry I had never seen before, formless and unstructured. It struck me in a way I couldn’t explain, and changed how I wrote poetry. A month from now. A week from now. Tomorrow. When he goes.…
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As usual, I have managed to read faster than I write, and I have fallen behind on my NetGalley reviews. Here is a handful for you to peruse and see if any appeal to you. More are to come over the next few days! *** Traversal by Maria Popova I have been a fan of…
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I came here so that theI came to be equal in surprise toI came empty-handed before being driedI am a poisonous epochI was at four a shape of love and reasonI was at fifteen capable of heinous pityI’m not so foolish as toI think at 34 that I know who the best poets areI saw…
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