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Poem of the Day: Dear Migraine - Gail Mazur
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Monday, April 18, 2011. Dear Migraine - Gail Mazur. You're the shadow shadow lurking in me. And the lunatic light waiting in that shadow. Ghostwriter of my half-life, intention's ambush. I can't prepare for, ruthless whammy. You have me ogling a blinding sun,. My right eye naked even with both lids closed—. Glowering sun, unerring navigator. Around this darkened room, you're my laser probe,. I'm your unwilling wavelength,. I can never transcend your modus operandi,.
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Poem of the Day: A Blessing - James Wright
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Sunday, April 24, 2011. A Blessing - James Wright. Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,. Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies. They have come gladly out of the willows. To welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the pasture. Where they have been grazing all day, alone. They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness. That we have come. There is no loneliness like theirs. Machines -...
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Poem of the Day: April 2011
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Saturday, April 30, 2011. Sonnets to Orpheus - Rainer Maria Rilke. O you lovers that are so gentle, step occasionally. Into the breath of the sufferers not meant for you,. Let it be parted by your cheeks,. It will tremble, joined again, behind you. You have been choosen, you are sound and whole,. You are like the very first beat of the heart,. You are the bow that shoots the arrows, and also their target. In tears your smile would glow forever. Translated by Robert Bly.
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Poem of the Day: England 1819 - Percy Bysshe Shelly
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Tuesday, April 26, 2011. England 1819 - Percy Bysshe Shelly. An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,. Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow. Through public scorn,- mud from a muddy spring,. Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know,. But leech-like to their fainting country cling,. Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow,. A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field,. An army, which liberticide and prey. Posted by Poem of the Day. Sailin...
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Poem of the Day: Ballad - Sonia Sanchez
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Friday, April 29, 2011. Ballad - Sonia Sanchez. Forgive me if i laugh. You are so sure of love. You are so young. And i too old to learn of love. In the air is love. The grass excreting her. Green wax is love. Past steps is love,. But you. you are too young. And i too old. Once what does it matter. When or who, i knew. I fixed my body. Under his and went. To sleep in love. All trace of me. Forgive me if i smile. Young heiress of a naked dream. You are so young. Of the...
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Poem of the Day: The Love-Hat Relationship - Aaron Belz
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Wednesday, April 27, 2011. The Love-Hat Relationship - Aaron Belz. I have been thinking about the love-hat relationship. It is the relationship based on love of one another's hats. The problem with the love-hat relationship is that it is superficial. You don't necessarily even know the other person. Also it is too dependent on whether the other person. Is even wearing the favored hat. We all enjoy hats,. But they're not something to build an entire relationship on.
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Poem of the Day: The Hand - Mary Reufle
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Monday, April 25, 2011. The Hand - Mary Reufle. The teacher asks a question. You know the answer, you suspect. You are the only one in the classroom. Who knows the answer, because the person. In question is yourself, and on that. You are the greatest living authority,. But you don’t raise your hand. You raise the top of your desk. And take out an apple. You look out the window. You don’t raise your hand and there is. Some essential beauty in your fingers,. Touring the...
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Poem of the Day: Sentimental Moment or Why Did the Baguette Cross the Road? - Robert Hershon
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Wednesday, April 13, 2011. Sentimental Moment or Why Did the Baguette Cross the Road? Don't fill up on bread. The servings here are huge. My son, whose hair may be. Receding a bit, says. Did you really just. Say that to me? What he doesn't know. Is that when we're walking. Together, when we get. I sometimes start to reach. Posted by Poem of the Day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sonnets to Orpheus - Rainer Maria Rilke. Ballad - Sonia Sanchez. Patience - Kay Ryan.
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Poem of the Day: Sailing to Byzantium - William Butler Yeats
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Sunday, April 17, 2011. Sailing to Byzantium - William Butler Yeats. Of hammered gold and gold enamelling. To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;. Or set upon a golden bough to sing. To lords and ladies of Byzantium. Of what is past, or passing, or to come. Posted by Poem of the Day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sonnets to Orpheus - Rainer Maria Rilke. Ballad - Sonia Sanchez. The Acrobats - Shel Silverstein. The Love-Hat Relationship - Aaron Belz. Chester - John Koethe.
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Poem of the Day: Sutra - Marilyn Krysl
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Poem of the Day. One a day 'til May. Tuesday, April 19, 2011. Sutra - Marilyn Krysl. Looking back now, I see. I was dispassionate too often,. Dismissing the robin as common,. And now can't remember what. Robin song sounds like. I hoarded. My days, as though to keep them. Safe from depletion, and meantime. I kept busy being lonely. This. Took up the bulk of my time,. And I did not speak to strangers. Because they might be boring,. And there were those I feared. Would ask me for money. I was. Light speakin...