Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Fruits of Labor
Those who have the grudge roiling
In the pit of their stomachs,
That the plum should be theirs
Merely for the taking,
Shall have that fruit soiled
By the drudge slow worm
Blindly toiling.
In the pit of their stomachs,
That the plum should be theirs
Merely for the taking,
Shall have that fruit soiled
By the drudge slow worm
Blindly toiling.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Definitely Not Lemmings #18
My thanks to Irina for signing on as another DNL; she has four blogs, all of which are worth looking into. So what are you waiting for?
Why Paul Celan Cannot Be Called a Nihilist
He knew that calling
Things by their proper
Name names nothing
If the caller is a void.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Insomniac
The poem that will not let you sleep
Until it is written, that is the dream
You must keep awake.
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