Tag Archives: Adam Zagajewski

On Swimming – Remembering Adam Zagajewski and A “Swimming” Poem by Maxine Kumin!

On Swimming The rivers of this country are sweet as a troubador’s song, the heavy sun wanders westward on yellow circus wagons. Little village churches hold a fabric of silence so fine and old that even a breath could tear it. I love to swim in the sea, which keeps talking to itself in the […]

We Must Write Love Poems in a Burning World – The Inspiring Poetry and Prose of American Poet Katie Farris

  Why Write Love Poetry in a Burning World To train myself to find, in the midst of hell what isn’t hell. The body, bald, cancerous, but still beautiful enough to imagine living the body washing the body replacing a loose front porch step the body chewing what it takes to keep a body going— […]

Eyes Open, Uncovered To The Bone – Part Two – A Poem by Brigit Pegeen Kelly

What a delight it has been to discover the poet Brigit Pegeen Kelly, author of three collections of poems and winner of the prestigious Yale Series of Younger Poets Prize in 1987. Her third collection The Orchard was nominated for both the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Circle Critics Award. Grateful thanks to the […]

An Alphabet of Poets – Z is for Zagajewski – Part Two – Try To Praise The Mutilated World

Try to Praise the Mutilated World Remember June’s long days And wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew. The nettles that methodically overgrow The abandoned homesteads of exiles. You must praise the mutilated world – You watched the stylish yachts and ships; One of them had a long trip ahead of it, While salty oblivion […]

An Alphabet of Poets – Z is for Zagajewski

Try to Praise the Mutilated World Try to praise the mutilated world Remember June’s long days And wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew. The nettles that methodically overgrow The abandoned homesteads of exiles. You must praise the mutilated world – You watched the stylish yachts and ships; One of them had a long trip […]

Poetry As A Spiritual Practice – Aching For The Roof

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s breath moves through listen to this music Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hafiz (1320-1389) from Love Poems from God, trans. Daniel Ladinsky, Penguin 2002 The Sufi poet Hafiz, in his poem above  reminds me I am more than just a physical creature; the breath of the divine moves […]