February, 2012Archive

Feb 19

Snowflake (Baer)

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Snowflake, by William Baer (1948-) Timing’s everything. The vapor rises high in the sky, tossing to and fro, then freezes, suddenly, and crystalizes into a perfect flake of miraculous snow. For countless miles, drifting east above the world, whirling about in a swirling free- for-all, appearing aimless, just like love, but sensing, seeking out, its […]

Feb 18

Piazza Piece (Crowe Ransom)

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Piazza Piece, by John Crowe Ransom (1888-1974) – I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying To make you hear. Your ears are soft and small And listen to an old man not at all, They want the young men’s whispering and sighing. But see the roses on your trellis dying And hear the spectral […]

Feb 17

Shadows in the Water (Traherne)

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Shadows in the Water, by Thomas Traherne (1637-1674)   In unexperienced infancy Many a sweet mistake doth lie: Mistake though false, intending true; A seeming somewhat more than view;          That doth instruct the mind          In things that lie behind, And many secrets to us show Which afterwards we come to know.   Thus did I […]

Feb 16

Rattlesnakes Hammered on the Wall (Gonzales)

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Rattlesnakes Hammered on the Wall, by Ray Gonzales (1952-) Seven of them pinned in blood by long, shiny tails, three of them still   alive and writhing against the wood, their heaviness whipping the wall   as they try to break free, rattles beating in unison,   hisses slowly dying in silence, the other four […]

Feb 15

Dear One Absent This Long While (Olstein)

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Dear One Absent This Long While, by Lisa Olstein (1972-) It has been so wet stones glaze in moss; everything blooms coldly.   I expect you. I thought one night it was you at the base of the drive, you at the foot of the stairs,   you in a shiver of light, but each […]

Feb 14

Her News (Williams)

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Her News, by Hugo Williams (1942-) You paused for a moment and I heard you smoking on the other end of the line. I pictured your expression, one eye screwed shut against the smoke as you waited for my reaction. I was waiting for it myself, a list of my own news gone suddenly cold […]

Feb 13

Words (Krolow)

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Words, by Karl Krolow (1915-1999) Candor of words invented, Said behind doors out of sight, From windows and against blank walls, White-washed with patient light.   Reality of words spoken, Of two syllables or of three: Carved from the riddles of heaven, From a vein in the stone set free.   Deciphering of strangers’ faces, […]

Feb 12

The Accident (Funkhouser)

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The Accident, by Erica Funkhouser (1949-) She heard the nasty scraping of sole and heel against the clipped turf of the doormat; then their neighbor rushed in, just back from the hospital, where everything was fine, she said. Fine. Her son had to spend the night for observation, that was all. He had been grazed […]

Feb 11

It’s Hard to Keep a Clean Shirt Clean (Jordan)

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It’s Hard to Keep a Clean Shirt Clean, by June Jordan (1936-2002) It’s a sunlit morning with jasmine blooming easily and a drove of robin redbreasts diving into the ivy covering what used to be a backyard fence or doves shoving aside the birch tree leaves when a young man walks among the flowers to […]

Feb 10

First Dawn Light (Penn Warren)

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First Dawn Light, by Robert Penn Warren (1905-1989) By lines fainter gray than the faintest geometry Of chalk, on a wall like a blackboard, day’s first light Defines the window edges. Last dream, last owl-cry Now past, now is the true emptiness of night,   For not yet first bird-stir, first bird-note, only Your breath […]

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