The Gypsy and the Wind
Playing her parchment moon
Precosia comes
along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights.
The starless silence, fleeing
from her rhythmic tambourine,
falls where the...
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The Gypsy and the Wind
Playing her parchment moon
Precosia comes
along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights.
The starless silence, fleeing
from her rhythmic tambourine,
falls where the...
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/08/31/arts/seamus-heaney-acclaimed-irish-poet-dies-at-74.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0
GUBBINAL ...
To Lady Lazarus: I have been captivated by Plath's poetry for many years and would only recommend that you try to avoid her mental health and poet husband (whom she completely eclipsed in my...
St. Lukes, I's sure you know many of my choices. Great question, one that has tough choices instead of answers. The poets you selected, especially, Rilke, come close to my own. Lately been...
Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a remembered time
Or of something seen that he liked. . . .
It was not important that they survive.
What mattered was that they should...
THE COMPLETE POEMS
By Philip Larkin
Edited by Archie Burnett
729 pp. Farrar, Straus & Giroux. $40. --- {...
"Adrienne Rich, a poet of towering reputation and towering rage, whose work — distinguished by an unswerving progressive vision and a dazzling, empathic ferocity — brought the oppression of women and...
http://books.google.com/books?hl=en&lr=&id=qztUqewMpa0C&oi=fnd&pg=PT5&dq=Wallace+Stevens&ots=HsyIzlDcn-&sig=LHwgNMlukHX4NZG5t2YPErjC9gc#v=onepage&q=Wallace%20Stevens&f=false
http://www.jstor.org/discover/10.2307/20155820?uid=3739864&uid=2&uid=4&uid=3739256&sid=47698997876947
NATIVE TREES
By W. S. Merwin
Neither my father nor my mother knew
the names of the trees
where I was born
what is that
I asked and my
father and mother did not
hear they did not...
http://www.wesleyan.edu/wstevens/alk.html
OF MERE BEING
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze distance.
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm,...
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/fictionreviews/9246089/The-best-recent-poetry-May-6.html
from the nytimes book review... http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/17/books/17maslin.html
Gubbinal
by Wallace Stevens
That strange flower, the sun,
Is just what you say.
Have it your way.
The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.
Plath was truly a genious poet; this despite her disabling depression and unfatithful husband. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse/94/6#20587587 {good thread...q1}
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/12/20/books/poems-by-bao-phi-roberto-bolano-and-simon-armitage-review.html?_r=1&ref=bookreviews --- SÔNG I SING, by Bao Phi. 110 pages. Coffee House. $16. --- ...
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/30/books/poems-by-dean-young-dorianne-laux-tom-sexton-review.html?ref=books ---- Five Poets Seasoned by Life ---- --- By DANA JENNINGS
Published: May 29,...
Apparently Ovid sweeps the field; it's enough to make me reconsider predestination.
Paris, October 1936
(translated from the Spanish by Daniel Bosch)
I alone leave all this behind.
I leave this bench, I leave my pants,
the things I’ve done, my “big chance,”
my number...
La Figlia che Piange
O quam te memorem virgo ...
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with...
Eurydice
By H. D. (1886–1961)
I
So you have swept me back,
I who could have walked with the live souls
above the earth,
I who could have slept among the live flowers
at last;
THE MAN-MOTH Here, above,
cracks in the buildings are filled with battered moonlight.
The whole shadow of Man is only...
I'm with JBI... recount! Ovid lived 21 centuries ago.
WAITING FOR THE BARBARIANS
(Translated By Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum?
The barbarians are due here today.