Category Archives: poetry

Two Quatrains, Yehuda Amichai

Posted on 31 December 2018 by

I. Once I escaped, but I do not remember why or from which god. I shall therefore travel through my life like Jonah in his dark fish. We’ve settled it between us, I am the fish, we’re both in the … Continue reading →

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Dogspel, Ann Cefola

Posted on 20 July 2018 by

In the beginning was the Bone and the Bone was good and strong, it grew outward in layers, flushed inside by beating blood, held by organs, muscle and sinew, until with a yelp and flash of water emerged with other … Continue reading →

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Late Fragment, Raymond Carver

Posted on 21 March 2018 by

Late Fragment And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? to call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth. ~Raymond Carver

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End of Winter, Louise Gluck

Posted on 18 February 2018 by

Over the still world, a bird calls waking solitary among black boughs. You wanted to be born; I let you be born. When has my grief ever gotten in the way of your pleasure? Plunging ahead into the dark and … Continue reading →

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The Waking, Theodore Roethke

Posted on 11 January 2018 by

The Waking I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear … Continue reading →

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W I T C H – H O U S E

Posted on 31 October 2017 by

There is a forgotten path in the middle of a ravine, where the hills rise upward and the creek runs downward, and a little house lies in between. The roots from the trees grow down to the house, the stones … Continue reading →

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A Dream of Trees, Mary Oliver

Posted on 27 July 2017 by

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green and modest acres A little way from every troubling town, A little way from factories, schools, laments. I would have time, I thought, and time … Continue reading →

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