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Resignation I love you because the Earth turns round the sun because the North wind blows north sometimes because the Pope is Catholic and most Rabbis Jewish because the winters flow into springs and the air clears after a storm... Continue reading
Posted 7 hours ago at 3quarksdaily
Afternoon in Siena —After Cavafy Soon I will know this room. It will have become familiar. Then sometime after I’ve left they’ll rent it to another writer or student, a couple on holiday for a long weekend. For now I’ll... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at 3quarksdaily
. Tonight I've watched the moon and then the Pleiades go down The night is now half-gone; youth goes; I am in bed alone . by Sappho . Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at 3quarksdaily
The News of Flowers . Spring. Everything’s liberated. The news of flowers eases the poverty of this world. Throughout this fractured country (some say it’s a pity, others not so) spring has come full force. An azalea blooming at Cheju... Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Daphne in Mourning Palm fronds have woven out the sky. Fog has infiltrated every vein. My hair has interlaced with vines. Cobwebs lash their gauze across my eyes. I’ve stood so since the world began, and turned almost to stone... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Strange Fruit Where the plows can’t reach snow crusts brick tenements in a black-and-white photograph. Outside the apartments streetlamps glow like twin moons, as if belonging to another solar system, one where Billie Holiday didn’t die. Still, the thin blade... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at 3quarksdaily
The Last Time The last time we had dinner together in a restaurant with white tablecloths, he leaned forward and took my two hands in his hands and said, I’m going to die soon. I want you to know that.... Continue reading
Posted May 17, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Valençay Paying for identity. Paying for tradition. The French State pays when it subsidises an agricultural activity whose workforce in days no longer measured from sunrise to sunset over farmland first ploughed at least some seven millennia in the past... Continue reading
Posted May 15, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Fishers of Men —After Duccio di Buoninsegna A raw blue light. The morning moon and a small wind hold us fast between sea and sky. Dawn hangs exhausted above the lake of Tiberiade, our sails weighted down with morning dew.... Continue reading
Posted May 14, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
What is the Sea The sweep of a trawler net across the length of the bed, mesh at maximum, in the tank seven hundred thousand litres of diesel, down below bags of potatoes and onions, shifts of thirty-five hours, sleep... Continue reading
Posted May 13, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Advice You think it ugly: drawing lines with a knife Down the backs of those writers we exist to dislike. But it’s life. One is disadvantaged by illustrious company Left somehow undivided. Divide it with animosity. Don’t be proud –... Continue reading
Posted May 12, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Vanishing Point April morning and out beyond the city, the hills are strung with vineyards, church towers and rows of cypress trees. A patch of olive in thick strokes of silvery green. No wilderness of laundrettes or builders’ yards leech... Continue reading
Posted May 11, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Clearances –Sonnet 3 When all the others were away at Mass, I was all hers as we peeled potatoes. They broke the silence, let fall one by one Like solder weeping off the soldering iron: Cold comforts set between us,... Continue reading
Posted May 8, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Love After Love The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again... Continue reading
Posted May 7, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Winter When the new room was built my mother showed me What To Do In Case Of Fire. There were four metal rungs embedded in the balcony wall: this was the escape route. She did not show me (then) the... Continue reading
Posted May 6, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Crates Observe that when I speak of crates your mind provides one straight away. Likely you are thinking of the fruiterer’s crate; a shallow slatted box of rain-matted pine, the archetype of apples stencilled on the side, a cartouche slot... Continue reading
Posted May 4, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
33 Years Old Upon my arrival in Stuttgart, sad news: a strong young man, supermarket worker killed himself going to buy things at a supermarket. I’m 33 and I know that he was too and will be, eternally . .... Continue reading
Posted Apr 30, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
The Glassblowers, 6 A.M. Night draws its plough through the fields. A fine mist: the breath of a black horse, dreaming. Under its eyelid, the moon. This early no one wakes but the glassblowers secretive insects in their hive. At... Continue reading
Posted Apr 29, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Ezra Pound’s Proposition Beauty is sexual, and sexuality Is the fertility of the earth and the fertility Of the earth is economics. Though he is no recommendation For poets on the subject of finance, I thought of him in the... Continue reading
Posted Apr 27, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Revenge At times ... I wish I could meet in a duel the man who killed my father and razed our home, expelling me into a narrow country. And if he killed me, I'd rest at last, and if I... Continue reading
Posted Apr 23, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Home . Driving Route 20 to Syracuse past pastures of cows and falling silos you feel the desert stillness near the refineries at the Syrian border. Walking in fog on Mecox Bay, the long lines of squawking birds on shore,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 22, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
"In war there are only humans, method and grief." ......................................... —Enoch Smith Song of the Forward Artillery Observer I saw them first as the ghosts I would make them, Green in the sorcery of Starlight. Don’t put them under the... Continue reading
Posted Apr 20, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
‘so rare a thing is absolute congeniality in every attitude and habit even among dear friends’ —Petrarch Ascent of Ben Bulben —i.m. George Watson There are two ways of climbing to the summit of Ben Bulben: one behind Drumcliff churchyard,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 17, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Poetry Who broke these mirrors and tossed them shard by shard among the branches? And now… shall we ask L’Akhdar to come and see? Colors are all muddled up and the image is entangled with the thing and the eyes... Continue reading
Posted Apr 16, 2016 at 3quarksdaily
Address There are many ways of saying Chinese in American. One means restaurant. Others mean comprador, coolie, green army. I’ve been practicing how to walk and talk, how to dress, what to do in a silk shop. How to talk.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 15, 2016 at 3quarksdaily