Tag Archives: Poetry

If you have ever gone to the woods with me

“Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable… I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. … Continue reading

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Death is comprised of deep blue tortures

DEATH POEM ONE Michael McClure DEATH IS COMPRISED OF DEEP BLUE TORTURES and filled with dark chocolate cake. Birth has gone with the losses of endless imagination. A round brown leaf whirls at the tip of a spider thread. I n l a t e Winter I will study the whiteness of plum blossoms and look for knots in an old trunk at the edge of the forest fire near some deer bones. Today marks the first anniversary of the passing of the great American Beat poet Michael McClure.  

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I wish What I wished you before, but harder.

THE WRITER Richard Wilbur In her room at the prow of the house Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden, My daughter is writing a story. I pause in the stairwell, hearing From her shut door a … Continue reading

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your secret belief in perpetual spring

IN PERPETUAL SPRING Amy Gerstler Gardens are also good places to sulk. You pass beds of spiky voodoo lilies and trip over the roots of a sweet gum tree, in search of medieval plants whose leaves, when they drop off … Continue reading

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Here She Comes

 

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world without end

Map Linda Hogan This is the world so vast and lonely without end, with mountains named for men who brought hunger from other lands, and fear of the thick, dark forest of trees that held each other up, knowing fire … Continue reading

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all winter long

THE END OF THE LIBRARY Weldon Kees When the coal Gave out, we began Burning the books, one by one; First the set Of Bulwer-Lytton And then the Walter Scott. They gave a lot of warmth. Toward the end, in … Continue reading

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I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death … Continue reading

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Hope Lines

Philadelphia can be a difficult place to live even in the best of times. Although it can be a wonderful destination for visitors, America’s “cradle of liberty” also suffers from one of the nation’s worst poverty rates and has been … Continue reading

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Because we love watching the flock’s precision glide

Artist Kate Sweeney turned  the poem “Murmuration” by Linda France (below)into a profound and heartfelt animated short film. Created for the 2020 Durham Book Festival, the timely work will surely resonate during this trying period for all of us. MURMURATION … Continue reading

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