Tag: poetry

I allow myself

Because it is Monday morning. Because it is the end of national poetry month, which should really be international poetry month. Because in a world of earthquakes and other atrocities, moments of coffee and street gazing are sacred. I allow myself by Dorothea Grossman I allow myself the luxury of breakfast (I am no nun,

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Ode to Life

Happy Birthday Pablo Neruda! Thank you for your work of making the ordinary extraordinary. Ode to Life The whole night, armed with an axe, has overwhelmed me with grief, but the dream passed by washing, like dark water, bloodied stones. Today I am alive again, Again, I wake you, life, on my shoulders, Oh life,

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Garden Fragrance is Sometimes a Letter from Jorge

Español  Last night a bomb exploded on the veranda But sounds of birds sweeten the earth this morning. I hear the fragrant trees, look in the garden, Find two silent clusters of ripe guavas. -Lam Thi My Da (translated from the Vietnamese by Martha Collins and Tay Dinh) In days of protests and surveillance, of

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Daily

These shriveled seeds we plant, corn kernel, dried bean, poke into loosened soil, cover over with measured fingertips These T-shirts we fold into perfect white squares These tortillas we slice and fry to crisp strips This rich egg scrambled in a gray clay bowl This bed whose covers I straighten smoothing edges till blue quilt

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