new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Scenes of the Crime
Friday, June 18, 2010
Bukofsky Strikes Again
There is and there is not
A right way to write
A poem—
Which is like saying
Excuse me if I'm wrong but
Would it be all right
If I just say “Fuck it”?
A right way to write
A poem—
Which is like saying
Excuse me if I'm wrong but
Would it be all right
If I just say “Fuck it”?
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Reunion
You seemed lovely then,
you with your shadow-breaking smile
and so much light beneath the skin,
beneath the sun that spun above us
and the wind.
There is no hiding it: This sun
is not the sun we knew,
or ever hope to know,
now that our coming near again
after our letting go, leads only
to shadows, dried-up landscapes,
last summer's cicadas stunned into silence.
(from Sentences, 1976)
you with your shadow-breaking smile
and so much light beneath the skin,
beneath the sun that spun above us
and the wind.
There is no hiding it: This sun
is not the sun we knew,
or ever hope to know,
now that our coming near again
after our letting go, leads only
to shadows, dried-up landscapes,
last summer's cicadas stunned into silence.
(from Sentences, 1976)
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Wanna Be a Poet?
Choose your words
Carefully if you must,
But never lose track of how
Many have been rejected.
Carefully if you must,
But never lose track of how
Many have been rejected.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
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