Monthly Archives: February 2011

Ezra Pound: The River Merchant’s Wife, A Letter

Posted on 28 February 2011 by xineann

The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter After Li Po While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing … Continue reading →

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When Meeting the Other – Paulann Petersen

Posted on 27 February 2011 by xineann

When Meeting the other Given arms, the sun would choose to grow many. Having many narrow arms, the sun would—at each limb’s end— flare into a palm and fingers, into the curves made for reaching. Extremities of flame, of shine. … Continue reading →

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Adrienne Rich: A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

Posted on 26 February 2011 by xineann

A Valediction Forbidding Mourning My swirling wants. Your frozen lips. The grammar turned and attacked me. Themes, written under duress. Emptiness of the notations. They gave me a drug that slowed the healing of wounds. I want you to see … Continue reading →

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William Stafford, In the Library

Posted on 20 February 2011 by xineann

In the Library You are reading a book, and think you know the end, but others can’t wait—they crowd on the shelves, breathing. You stop and look around. It is the best time: evening is coming, a bronze haze has … Continue reading →

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Christian Anton Gerard: Probably, Then

Posted on 18 February 2011 by xineann

Probably, Then I’m interested in the half-finished. —Luisa A. Igloria If I lived in a forest and you lived somewhere else, maybe in the forest, maybe not, no difference, just somewhere else, with a different language, and you found me … Continue reading →

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Louise Glück: Queen of Carthage

Posted on 15 February 2011 by xineann

Queen of Carthage Brutal to love, more brutal to die. And brutal beyond the reaches of justice to die of love. In the end, Dido summoned her ladies in waiting that they might see the harsh destiny inscribed for her … Continue reading →

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Credo, Matthew Rohrer

Posted on 14 February 2011 by xineann

Credo I believe there is something else entirely going on but no single person can ever know it, so we fall in love. It could also be true that what we use everyday to open cans was something much nobler, … Continue reading →

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