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Tag Archives: American Poets
Calmly we walk through this April’s day
CALMLY WE WALK THROUGH THIS APRIL’S DAY Delmore Schwartz Calmly we walk through this April’s day, Metropolitan poetry here and there, In the park sit pauper and rentier, The screaming children, the motor-car Fugitive about us, running away, Between the worker … Continue reading
Be angry at the sun for setting
BE ANGRY AT THE SUN Robinson Jeffers That public men publish falsehoods Is nothing new. That America must accept Like the historical republics corruption and empire Has been known for years. Be angry at the sun for setting If these … Continue reading
forever making poems in the lap of death
Humanity I Love You Humanity i love you because you would rather black the boots of success than enquire whose soul dangles from his watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both parties and because you unflinchingly applaud all songs containing … Continue reading
Who remembers that famous day and year
On this day in 1807, the poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born in Portland, Maine. During his lifetime, Longfellow’s poetry enjoyed extraordinary popularity at home and abroad. Many of his poems served as standard recitation pieces in American schools well … Continue reading
Dream within a Dream
Happy Birthday, Edgar Allan Poe A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe (published 1850) Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, … Continue reading
Living in a Simulation
Tom Clark (1941-2018)
Stare hard enough at the fabric of night
FIELD OF SKULLS Mary Karr Stare hard enough at the fabric of night, and if you’re predisposed to dark—let’s say the window you’ve picked is a black postage stamp you spend hours at, sleepless, drinking gin after the I Love Lucy reruns … Continue reading
trembling with the same cicada sound
Here in the Northeastern U.S. we are experiencing the emergence of a brood of 17-year cicadas. Sitting in my garden listening to the noisy insects, I was reminded of this very short piece by the late American poet W.S. Merwin: … Continue reading