Monthly Archives: April 2012

An Alphabet of Poets- S is for Stafford

Why I Am Happy  Now has come, an easy time. I let it roll. There is a lake somewhere so blue and far nobody owns it. A wind comes by and a willow listens gracefully. I hear all this, every summer. I laugh and cry for every turn of the world, its terribly cold, innocent […]

An Alphabet of Poets – R is for Rumi

Hangover Remorse Muhammad said, “Three kinds of people are particularly pathetic. The powerful man out of power, the rich man with no money, and the learned man laughed at.” Yet  these are those who badly want change! Some dogs sit satisfied in their kennels. But one who last year drank ecstatic union, the pre-eternity agreement, […]

An Alphabet of Poets – Q is for Queyras (Again)

For some reason my blog never sent out a notice when I posted this blog this afternoon. But it is there before P for Porter! And for some reason the notice my blog sent out on P for Porter included part of the Porter blog and after “Read More” the Queyras blog! Sorry for the […]

An Alphabet of Poets – P is for Porter

Testimony  I knew there were infinite possibilities. The world was catching fire. Leaves turned one by one to flame I saw my life clearly, in an instant: I had travelled by train, the long scarf of its smoke the colour of your hair. Once, the conductor turned his head to look at me. His eyes […]

An Alphabet of Poets – Q is for Queyras

excerpts  From “Euphoria” (in five parts) 2 Dear Time, you swallowed us whole, swallowed us lovely,       sharp as bones Crimping sadly under foot my benign, my flotsam and crabs thin       as leaves Your smoothing, your sinking in. Mornings or mooring, or wallowing Jericho: tapioca air indolent. I am still there, supple and driftwood,       […]

An Alphabet of Poets – P is for Prado

Seduction Poetry catches me with her toothed wheel and forces me to listen, stock still, to her extravagant discourse. Poetry embraces me behind the garden wall, she picks up her skirt and lets me see, loving and loony. Bad things happen, I tell her, I, too, am a child of God, allow me my despair. […]

An Alphabet of Poets – O is for Osler

Overshadowed I have never prayed in Kyoto or slept on a bed of cherry blossoms. On my wooden altar, white petals have fallen. Beautiful losses. No-Mind No-mind has poured from mountains all night. Gulls float on the stillness. A freighter steams out of the port, floats low in the water. What remains? Smoke trails and […]

An Alphabet of Poets – O is for Oh No

Just a quick check in! First, thank you all who are reading my posts! This has been an exciting challenge.  One that is taking a lot of time out of my days! And as you have noticed I have not just stuck to featuring one poet per letter in the alphabet! It is so hard […]

An Alphabet of Poets – O is for Orr

* When Sappho wrote: “whatever one loves most is beautiful,” she began The  poems of heart’s praise That comprise the Book Of the body of the beloved Which is the world. Everything in the Book flows from that single poem Or the countless others That say the same thing In other words, other ways. * […]

An Alphabet of Poets – N is for Nowlen

Weakness Old mare whose eyes are like cracked marbles, drools blood in her mash, shivers in her jute blanket . My father hates weakness worse than hail; in the morning      without haste he will shoot her in the ear, once, shovel her under in the north pasture. Tonight         leaving the stables, he stands […]