Poem A Day – Aug. 21, 2016
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Moments of Vision
Thomas Hardy
That mirror
Which makes of men a transparency,
Who holds that mirror
And bids us such a breast-bared spectacle see
Of you and me?
That mirror
Whose ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 20, 2016
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The Calm
John Donne
Our storm is past, and that storm’s tyrannous rage,
A stupid calm, but nothing it, doth ‘suage.
The fable is inverted, and far more
A block ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug, 19, 2016
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Name That Tune
Jennifer L. Knox
Lately my 84-year-old mother’s been
hearing noises: a party in the street below
her bedroom window – gruff men cursing,
a woman’s ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 17, 2016
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Draft of a Landscape
Juliet Patterson
after Paul Celan
The hare’s
dust pelt
against the juniper’s sky
now
in the eye uncovered
a question clear
in the wing
of ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 16, 2016
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Palladium
James Brasfield
A cortege of clouds’
shifting planes
reflected on a river,
the current’s weave deepens,
yet motionless
the dramatization of
a fern ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 15, 2016
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Hoard
Rae Armantrout
1
She went around pre-registered
for her own eventual absence.
Not that she believed
her self-estrangement
would save her,
whatever that meant,
but ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 14, 2016
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Resolution
Lia Purpura
There’s the thing I shouldn’t do
and yet, and now I have
the rest of the day to
make up for, not
undo, that can’t be done
but next ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 13, 2016
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The Cold Heaven
W.B. Yeats
Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
And thereupon imagination and heart ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 12, 2016
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I Hear You Call, Pine Tree
Yone Noguchi
I hear you call, pine tree, I hear you upon the hill, by the silent pond
where the lotus flowers bloom, I hear you call, pine tree.
What ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 11, 2016
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Reason
Robin Coste Lewis
God goes out for whiskey Friday night,
Staggers back Monday morning
Empty-handed, no explanation.
After three nights of not sleeping,
Three nights ... Continue Reading →
