it is at moments after i have dreamed
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
Archive for April, 2008
Poem of the day, April 29
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Yes, Virginia there is perfection
Posted in Creative Nonfiction, tagged Add new tag on 21 April 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Mary Cassatt (1844-1926), Breakfast in Bed
Someone asked me recently if perfect exists. I thought about something Edgar Degas said about friend Mary Cassatt’s painting, “It is beautiful with that hint of ugliness without which nothing works.”
In my definition of perfection, there is ugliness.
Three Perfect Poems
Posted in Essays on 16 April 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Healer
In a rundown tenement
Under the superhighway,
A healer lives
Who doesn’t believe in his power.
An old man with a fat gut,
Hands of a little girl
Which he warms
Over a pan of boiling water.
In his hallway there are
Many wheelchairs, on the stairs
the long howl of the idiot
Led on a leash.
(Charles Simic, born 1938 )
They say the difference [...]
Poem of the day, April 10
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True Love
True love. Is it normal
is it serious, is it practical?
What does the world get from two people
who exist in a world of their own?
Poem of the day, April 8
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Sunset
My great happiness
is the sound your voice makes
calling to me even in despair; my sorrow
that I cannot answer you
in speech you accept as mine.
