new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
The Shell Game
The lowly snail takes only his house with him
And has everything he needs;
The lord of the land takes everything else
And finds he has nothing
He needs.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Aubade
Aye to this
Thin waning crescent
In early morning sky,
Gone by
The morrow, which gleaming
Sickle is to glean
Which mourned-for eye?
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Need to the Nth Power
Love,
I have to tell you something—
It is so overpowering
Nothing dares
Come through.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
"Friends, You Drank Some Darkness"
"Revelation"
Dear friends
Who are in need,
Do not be so
Easily carried away
By the promising
Lyre of darkness—
Though the sun
May not always come out
When you need it,
When it does,
It always does
What is needed.
NB: Tomas Tranströmer’s poem “Elegy”—from which Bly got the title for his translations of Swedish poetry (Martinson, Ekelöf, and Tranströmer)—is as follows:
ELEGY
I open the first door.
It is a large sunlit room.
A heavy car passes outside
and makes the china quiver.
I open door number two.
Friends! You drank some darkness
and became visible.
Door number three. A narrow hotel room.
View on an alley.
One lamppost shines on the asphalt.
Experience, its beautiful slag.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Placebo
Treat yourself if you must,
Even indulging yourself
To surfeit but remember
This bitter pill—
Poetry cures nothing.
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