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Tag Archives: Poetry
All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage
DOLOR Theodore Roethke I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight, All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage, Desolation in immaculate public places, Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard, The … Continue reading
Maps of States
MAPS OF STATES Terrance Hayes A map indicating the state of the union may Yield the statues, static & statutes of grave White men while a map indicating disrepair may Yield colorful groundbreakers uprooting graves. A map indicating the … Continue reading
Down and Dirty
Here at Travel Between The Pages International HQ we have been toiling away in the garden finally attending to the weeds and spring planting. Handling so much dirt brought to mind this poem by Sharon Olds: “Ode to Dirt Dear … Continue reading
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
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.
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
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
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
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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