September 16, 2015 – 2:31 pm
A man I once asked a question of has died; his son sends a letter A thirsty mouse turns a river. a stone turns a river. Bodiless Words turn us. Jane Hirschfield from The Beauty, Alfred A. Knopf, 2015 Two Recovering Words favorites made the poetry long-list for the 2015 National Book Awards yesterday: Jane […]
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September 14, 2015 – 2:35 pm
from Autumn Quince The world is a blurred version of itself — marred, lovely, and flawed. It is enough Jane Hirschfield from Each Happiness Ringed by Lions, Bloodaxe Books, 2005 from Enough Enough seen….Enough had….Enough… —Arthur Rimbaud No. It will never be enough. Never enough […]
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September 13, 2015 – 10:23 am
Autumn Quince How sad they are, the promises we never return to. They stay in our mouths, roughen the tongue, lead lives of their own. Houses built and unwittingly lived in; a succession of milk bottles brought to the door every morning and taken inside. […]
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September 12, 2015 – 2:27 pm
U.S. Poet Laureate Charles Wright WITH EDDIE AND NANCY IN AREZZO AT THE CAFÉ GRANDE Piero in wraps, the True Cross sotto restauro, Piazza desolate edge Where sunlight breaks it, desolate edge Where sunlight pries it apart A child kicks a soccer ball. Another heads it back. The Fleeting World, Po Chu-I says, short-hops […]
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September 1, 2015 – 9:15 pm
In line at the drugstore it’s finally your turn, and then it’s not as he walks in front of you and puts his things on the counter. The cashier says, Sir, she was next. When he turns to you he is […]
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