May 2013
53 posts
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“Aten can’t die
He will not grow black
in the fug of a tomb tunnel
...”
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Dorothy Porter, ‘Aten’s Scent’.
Jehan de Lescurel →
“Why do you love the moon so much,
my beautiful queen?
For me
your eyes, your...”
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Dorothy Porter, from ‘Full Moon’.
One I Love →
“There’s naught as nice as th’ smell o’ good clean earth, except th’ smell o’...”
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Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden.
“Bless you. Listen to me:
my man wore the flowers,
and there were young leaves...”
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A.K. Ramanujan, from ‘Kurinci: Lovers’ Meetings’,
in Poems of Love and War.
“Rains in season,
forests grow beautiful.
Black pregnant clouds
bring the...”
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A.K. Ramanujan, from ‘Mullai: Patient Waiting and Happiness After Marriage’,
in Poems of Love and War.
“On silver light
lay silver rain.”
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Robert Gray, from ‘Echoes’.
hymn of the cherubim →
“And this bitter hour of defeat,
When we behold a stony face in the black...”
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Georg Trakl, from ‘Song of the Western Countries’.
“The latter was all one radiant harem of garden beauties. It glowed and blushed...”
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Edgar Allen Poe, from ‘The Island of the Fay’.
“He asked if she sold luminous flowers that he had heard about, flowers which...”
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Anais Nin, from ‘Delta of Venus’.
“Only if I move my arm a certain way,
it comes back.
Or the way the light bends...”
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Jane Hirshfield, ‘To Hear the Falling World’.
“Summer came. Each tree
On my street had its own
Scheherazade. My nights
Were...”
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Charles Simic, from ‘The White Room’.
“I thought I heard Estella in the garden singing
And some bird answering her,...”
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Charles Simic, from ‘This Morning’.
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“When a woman withdraws to give birth the sun may be shining but the shutters of...”
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Hilary Mantel, from ‘Wolf Hall’.
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“And even in the man there is motherhood, it seems to me, physical and spiritual;...”
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Rainer Maria Rilke, from ‘Letters to a Young Poet’.
“It is not death, or pain, or loneliness that frightens her;
what frightens her...”
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Bethany van Rijswijk, ‘To Begin’.
“I loved burdocks and nettles,
But the silver willow best of all.
And,...”
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Anna Akhmatova, from ‘Willow’.
the song of wandering aengus →
“Such are the visions which proffer great cornucopias full of fruit to the...”
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Virginia Woolf, from ‘Mrs. Dalloway’.
“Wash of cold river
in a glacial land,
Ionian water,
chill, snow-ribbed sand,...”
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H.D., from ‘Wash of Cold River’.
“How rich the scent of carnations,
That came to me once in dream –
There where...”
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Anna Akhmatova, from ‘For Osip Mandelstam’.
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“How weightless
words are when nothing will do.”
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Philip Levine, from ‘Gospel’.
“The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
Swaddled with darkness.”
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T. S. Eliot, from ‘Gerontion’.
April 2013
52 posts
“I am two and four and eight.
I am the universe in diversity.
I...”
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From ‘The Egyptian Book of the Dead’.
“Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my...”
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Virginia Woolf, from ‘The Waves’.
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