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 […]
Monthly Archives: May 2012
An Alphabet of Poets – X is for Xiaobo
May 24, 2012 – 2:39 pm
Daybreak Over the tall ashen wall, between the sound of vegetables being chopped daybreak is bound and severed dissipated by a paralysis of spirit What is the difference between the light and the darkness that seems to surface through my eyes’ apertures, from the seat of rust I can’t tell if it’s the glint of […]
An Alphabet of Poets – W is for Whyte
May 17, 2012 – 8:50 am
News Of Death For Tom Charlotte Last night they came with news of death not knowing what I would say. I wanted to say, “The green wind is running through the fields making the grass lie flat.” I wanted to say, “The apple blossom flakes like ash, covering the orchard wall.” I wanted to say, […]
An Alphabet of Poets – V is for Vallejo
May 14, 2012 – 8:15 pm
AND WHAT IF AFTER And what if after so many words the word itself doesn’t survive! And what if after so many wings of birds the stopped bird doesn’t survive! It would be better then, really, if it were all swallowed up, and let’s end it! To have been born only to live off […]
An Alphabet of Poets – U is for Unamuno
May 6, 2012 – 12:20 pm
Throw Yourself Like Seed Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit; sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate that brushes your heel as it turns going by, the man who wants to live is the man in whom life is abundant. Now you are only giving food to that final pain which […]
An Alphabet of Poets – T is for Thomas
May 4, 2012 – 4:38 pm
The Belfry I have seen it standing up grey, Gaunt, as though no sunlight Could ever thaw out the music Of its great bell: terrible In its own way, for religion Is like that. There are times When a black frost is upon One’s whole being, and the heart In its bone belfry hangs and […]
An Alphabet of Poets – T is for Tamblyn
May 3, 2012 – 9:51 pm
from Strange New York City couldn’t take its eyes off our getting off. On the 52nd floor, up against the glass, Emptying our empty dishes into each other. You counted ribs, beat the concerto out of them, again, and against, as the rain too pounded […]