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Sunday Poem
Hunger This is hunger. An animal all fangs and eyes. It cannot be distracted or deceived. It is not satisfied with one meal. It is not content with a lunch or dinner. Always threatens blood. Roars like a lion, squeezes... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at 3quarksdaily
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Saturday Poem
. God, who like nature abhors a vacuum, one day slid Her hands under Her footstool, scooped the dust bunnies of the earth into His mitts and formed a likeness of Their self S/He breathed life into it It became... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at 3quarksdaily
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Thursday Poem
My Father Built England ‘Show me your hands.’ It was the only question The foreman asked. They were your references And your scholarship. That is why my father used Piss to harden his schoolboy hands, as was custom When blisters... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at 3quarksdaily
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Tuesday Poem
Moonshine To think I must be alone: To love We must be together. I think I love you When I’m alone More than I think of you When we’re together. I cannot think Without loving Or love Without thinking. Alone... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at 3quarksdaily
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Sunday Poem
Musica Humana . [an elegy for Osip Mandelstam] [A modern Orpheus: sent to hell, he never returned, while his widow searched across one sixth of the earth’s surface, clutching the saucepan with his songs rolled up inside, memorizing them by... Continue reading
Posted Jun 9, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Saturday Poem
We Lived Happily During the War . And when they bombed other people’s houses, we protested but not enough, we opposed them but not enough. I was in my bed, around my bed America was falling: invisible house by invisible... Continue reading
Posted Jun 8, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Wednesday Poem
Splinter . I like you, a twenty-year-old poet writes to me. A beginning carpenter of words. His letter smells of lumber. His muse still sleeps in rosewood. Ambitious noise in a literary sawmill. Apprentices veneering a gullible tongue. They cut... Continue reading
Posted Jun 5, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Elsewhere I’d like to live Elsewhere. In...
Elsewhere I’d like to live Elsewhere. In hand-embroidered towns. To meet those who are not born into the world. At last we would be happily alone. No stop would wait for us. No arrival. No departure. Evanescence in a museum.... Continue reading
Posted Jun 4, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Sunday Poem
Please Hold This is the future, my wife says. We are already there, and it’s the same as the present. Your future, here, she says. And I’m talking to a robot on the phone. The robot is giving me countless... Continue reading
Posted Jun 2, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Saturday Poem
Long Hair Hunting Season: Once every year, the Deer catch human beings.They do various things which irresistibly draw men near them; each one selects a certain man. The Deer shoots the man, who is then compelled to skin it and... Continue reading
Posted Jun 1, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Dust to Dust
There are women left who have no rage in their wrists As they slice greens or skin tomatoes towards mealtime. Their husbands are at the beer-gardens with Family money – what would amount to a bag of beans Or soap... Continue reading
Posted May 31, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Wednesday Poem
Waterwoman I replaced the candle holder on my wall with a painting by an artist unknown, brought back by my wife from Habana, of a woman with jug upon her shoulder – I call her Waterwoman. She reminds me of... Continue reading
Posted May 29, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Sunday Poem
Saint Francis and the Sow . The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don't flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to put a... Continue reading
Posted May 26, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Saturday Poem
Morning Glories . Blue and dark-blue pppppp rose and deepest rose ppppppppppp white and pink they are everywhere in the diligent ppppp cornfield rising and swaying ppppppppppp in their reliable finery in the little ppppp fling of their bodies their... Continue reading
Posted May 25, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Friday Poem
Three Questions How can it be that the one sure thing worth repeating from a year that slips between the hands like kite string, and is hauled into the next like a favorite kite, is what I think is a... Continue reading
Posted May 24, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Thursday Poem
Djinn Haunted, they say, believing the soft, shifty dunes are made up of false promises. Many believe whatever happens is the other half of a conversation. Many whisper white lies to the dead. “The boys are doing really well.” Some... Continue reading
Posted May 23, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Tuesday Poem
Jerusalem . And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon Englands mountains green: And was the holy Lamb of God, On Englands pleasant pastures seen! And did the Countenance Divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem... Continue reading
Posted May 21, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Sunday Poem
Detainee . how easily a speck of bird shatters the evenness of skies— she peers, stunned, from cell 22 that such dumb minuteness can shake the earth . . by Merlinda Bobis from Summer was a fast train without terminals... Continue reading
Posted May 19, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Saturday Poem
Through the Speckled Land . I She won’t speak to me anymore, this place my tongue is received with poor grace. My roots penetrated only so far and they wither for lack of water. Salt was spread on the upper... Continue reading
Posted May 18, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Friday Poem
Meeting at Night The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low: And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And... Continue reading
Posted May 17, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Thursday Poem
If You Could See Her After Drinking Wine . . . —to Micheál agus Michelle If you could see her after drinking wine, Wine from Chile of the berry-red kind Prancing ahead of me in the middle of the night... Continue reading
Posted May 16, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Saturday Poem
The Gift To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I watched his lovely face and not the blade. Before the story ended he’d removed the iron sliver I thought I’d... Continue reading
Posted May 11, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Friday Poem
Hidden Trap Street magician called everyone Come, come see my tricks. His son plays an old dram But not rhythmic, like their life. The magician had few snakes, In his bamboo vessel. And his aim hides in tricks In the... Continue reading
Posted May 10, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Thursday Poem
Civilization . Those are the people who do complicated things. they'll grab us by the thousands and put us to work. World's going to hell, with all these villages and trails. Wild duck flocks aren't what they used to be.... Continue reading
Posted May 9, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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Tuesday Poem
Service Office . I played the part of man, and more or less it came to me quite well. I used deceptions,makeup, mascara, base, a huge number of words, for nearly everything is possible . with words, and everything was... Continue reading
Posted May 7, 2013 at 3quarksdaily
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