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A poem on returning home again
October 15th, 2009 · 1 Comment · Whatever ...
I was going to post this because I was going to go home for vacation. But it is not to be. Sigh.
Coming Home by He Zhizhang
I left home young and not till old do I come back,
My accent is unchanged, my hair no longer black.
The children don’t know me, whom I meet on the way,
“Where [...]
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A poem to be a little homesick by
August 14th, 2009 · 1 Comment · Whatever ...
From Iowa’s poet laureate who knows this Bulltown of which she speaks
Heaven? by Mary Swander
2 poems for the Fourth of July
July 4th, 2009 · No Comments · Whatever ...
Point and counterpoint …
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A poem for Memorial Day
May 25th, 2009 · 1 Comment · Whatever ...
Seems appropriate for Memorial Day, no? At the very least, an antidote to the speeches and the fireworks and the patriotic drum-banging that doesn’t feel like a very good or authentic remembrance of loss.
The End and the Beginning by Wislawa Szymborska
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A poem for a rainy Sunday
May 3rd, 2009 · No Comments · Whatever ...
Before the Flood by W. S. Merwin
Why did he promise me
that we would build ourselves
an ark all by ourselves
out in back of the house
on New York Avenue
in Union City New Jersey
to the singing of the streetcars
after the story
of Noah whom nobody
believed about the waters
that would rise over everything
when I told my father
I wanted us to [...]
A poem for Good Friday
April 10th, 2009 · No Comments · Whatever ...
Ash Wednesday by T.S. Eliot
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A poem for Opening Day
April 6th, 2009 · No Comments · Whatever ...
American poets have always loved baseball. Whitman was maybe the earliest fan:
I see great things in baseball. It’s our game – the American game.
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A poem for the first day of spring
March 20th, 2009 · No Comments · Whatever ...
From The Journals Of The Frog Prince by Susan Mitchell:
A poem for Epiphany
January 6th, 2009 · No Comments · Whatever ...
Epiphany by Robert Fitzgerald
Unearthly lightning of presage
In any dark day’s iron age
May come to lift the hair and bless
Even our tired earthliness,
And sundown bring an age of gold,
Forged in faery, fair and old,
An elsewhere and an elfin light,
And kings rise eastward in the night