Romanesque Arches
An Angel with no face embraced me and whispered through my whole body: ‘Don’t be ashamed of being human, be proud! Inside you vault open behind vault endlessly. You will never be complete, that’s how...
View ArticleSmall Heart
–for Jan Jozef Szczepanski The bullet that I shot at the time of the great war made a circle around the globe and struck me in the back at the least suitable...
View ArticlePoetry: Sandra Cisneros (via Junot Diaz)
One Last Poem For Richard December 24th and we’re through again. This time for good I know because I didn’t throw you out — and anyway we waved. No shoes. No angry doors. We folded clothes and went our...
View ArticleOuttake: The Book Of Promethea
Promethea kept stringing irresistible dreams on her magic string. She made me a necklace that was really soothing. That is why I would like Promethea’s book to “end” here, like that:...
View ArticlePoem Or A Thought
What does it mean to serve life, then? All those butterflies we pinned to the big board for various reasons. We stood and explained why it was better this way. What does it take, to say yes, instead...
View ArticleWhat They Said: Joan Baez
“The Nobel Prize for Literature is yet another step towards immortality for Bob Dylan. The rebellious, reclusive, unpredictable artist/composer is exactly where the Nobel Prize for Literature needs...
View ArticleCome In
As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush music — hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside it was dark. Too dark in the woods for a bird By sleight of wing To better its perch for the...
View ArticleWhy People Don’t ‘Get’ Czeslaw Milosz
‘It took place at an evening poetry discussion at the Elliott Bay Book Company in Seattle. It was a meeting devoted to [Miłosz’s] Second Space, which had recently appeared in English. All, and I mean...
View ArticleRadical Love Poem
Love Love means to learn to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many. And whoever sees that way heals his heart, Without knowing it, from various...
View Article“Funeral Music,” Geoffrey Hill
from “Funeral Music” by Geoffrey Hill: 8 Not as we are but as we must appear, Contractual ghosts of pity; not as we Desire life...
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