The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from [...]
Archive for August, 2009
Poem of the day, Aug. 31 2009
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Poem of the day, August 30 2009
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Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to [...]
Poem of the day, Aug. 28 2009
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the [...]
Poem of the day, Aug. 27 2009
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The Boy Band
We had a band for a while called The Evil Twin. It was
me and Eddie and Johnny and Parker and a guy called Android
from Tylersville. We were pretty good. Eddie and I had a little
house where we practiced, and Johnny had the van for traveling
to our gigs. Android played drums, and he was [...]
Mountain Time
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For the last three days I’ve been hiking in the Colorado Rockies. Last night I lay under a blanket looking up at the stars. They fall out of the sky every few minutes when you see them clustered together in a sky from the top of a mountain. This photo was taken where I [...]
Poem of the day, Aug. 26 2009
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Company of Moths
We thought it could all be found in The Book of Poor Text,
the shadow the boat casts, angled mast, fretted wake, indigo eye.
Windows of the blind text,
keening, parabolic nights.
And the rolling sun, sun tumbling
into then under, company of moths.
Can you hear what I’m thinking, from there, even as [...]
Poem of the day, Aug. 25 2009
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Freedom, New Hampshire
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We came to visit the cow
Dying of fever,
Towle said it was already
Shoveled under, in a secret
Burial-place in the woods.
We prowled through the woods
Weeks, we never
Found where. Other
Children other summers
Must found the place
And asked, Why is it
Green here? The rich
Guess a grave, maybe,
The poor think a pit
For dung, like the one
We shoveled in in [...]
Poem of the day, Aug. 21 2009
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Birdcall
—for Elizabeth Bishop
Tuwee, calls a bird near the house,
Tuwee, cries another, downhill in the woods.
No wind, early September, beeches and pines,
Sumac aflame, tuwee, tuwee, a question and a faint
But definite response, tuwee, tuwee, as if engaged
In a conversation expected to continue all afternoon,
Where is?—I’m [...]
Poem of the day, Aug. 20 2009
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Churchgoing
The Lutherans sit stolidly in rows;
only their children feel the holy ghost
that makes them jerk and bobble and almost
destroys the pious atmosphere for those
whose reverence bows their backs as if in work.
The congregation sits, or stands to sing,
or chants the dusty creeds automaton.
Their voices drone like engines, on and on,
and they remain untouched by everything;
confession, [...]
Poem of the day, Aug. 19 2009
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Certain words now in our knowledge we will not use again, and we will never forget them. We need them. Like the back of the picture. Like our marrow, and the color in our veins. We shine the lantern of our sleep on them, to make sure, and there they are, trembling already for the [...]
