Yearly Archives: 2012

An Alphabet of Poets – U is for Unamuno

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

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

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 […]

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 […]