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The Hour of Poetry: Anne Carson
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The Hour of Poetry. Not as vocabulary, not as syntax, not even as structure, but as a principle and a presence." -John Berger. Welcome Friends, Seekers, Artists, Seers, Howlers. Thursday, January 24, 2008. From The Beauty of the Husband. A Fictional Essay in 29 Tangos. You want to see how things were going from the husband’s point of view⎯. Let’s go round the back,. There stands the wife. Gripping herself at the elbows and facing the husband. She is watching him. I never wanted to harm you. To tell it to.
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The Hour of Poetry: Carol Ann Duffy
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The Hour of Poetry. Not as vocabulary, not as syntax, not even as structure, but as a principle and a presence." -John Berger. Welcome Friends, Seekers, Artists, Seers, Howlers. Friday, January 11, 2008. I like pouring your tea, lifting. The heavy pot, and tipping it up,. So the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup. Or when you’re away, or at work,. I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,. As you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips. I like the questions – sugar? American Life in Poetry.
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The Hour of Poetry: Kraków
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The Hour of Poetry. Not as vocabulary, not as syntax, not even as structure, but as a principle and a presence." -John Berger. Welcome Friends, Seekers, Artists, Seers, Howlers. Thursday, January 10, 2008. Other sellers ⎯ all of them women ⎯ have come from the outlying villages with their produce in baskets or buckets. They do not have stalls and are sitting on stools they brought with them. A few stand. I wander between them. Here is Where We Meet. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). In a Dark Time.
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The Hour of Poetry: Sappho
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The Hour of Poetry. Not as vocabulary, not as syntax, not even as structure, but as a principle and a presence." -John Berger. Welcome Friends, Seekers, Artists, Seers, Howlers. Thursday, January 10, 2008. He seems to me equal to gods that man. Sits and listens close. To your sweet speaking. And lovely laughing ⎯oh it. Puts the heart in my chest on wings. For when I look at you, a moment, then no speaking. Is left in me. No: tongue breaks, and thin. Fire is racing under skin. I seem to me. In a Dark Time.
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The Hour of Poetry: Carol Ann Duffy
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The Hour of Poetry. Not as vocabulary, not as syntax, not even as structure, but as a principle and a presence." -John Berger. Welcome Friends, Seekers, Artists, Seers, Howlers. Wednesday, January 16, 2008. When you come on Thursday, bring me a letter. We. The language of stuffed birds, teacups. We don’t have. The language of bodies. My husband will be here. I shall inquire about your wife, stirring his cup. With a thin spoon, and my hand shall not tremble. Eat it. Words come from nowhere, drift off.
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The Hour of Poetry: Rainer Maria Rilke
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The Hour of Poetry. Not as vocabulary, not as syntax, not even as structure, but as a principle and a presence." -John Berger. Welcome Friends, Seekers, Artists, Seers, Howlers. Monday, January 30, 2012. Now the hour bows down, it touches me, throbs. Metallic, lucid and bold:. My senses are trembling. I feel my own power –. On the plastic day I lay hold. Until I perceived it, no thing was complete,. But waited, hushed, unfulfilled. My vision is ripe, to each glance like a bride. View my complete profile.
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The Hour of Poetry: Carol Ann Duffy
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The Hour of Poetry. Not as vocabulary, not as syntax, not even as structure, but as a principle and a presence." -John Berger. Welcome Friends, Seekers, Artists, Seers, Howlers. Sunday, March 09, 2008. Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer. Utters itself. So, a woman will lift. Her head from the sieve of her hands and stare. At the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift. Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth. Enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;. Labels: Carol Ann Duffy. I link y...
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The Hour of Poetry: Anne Carson
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The Hour of Poetry. Not as vocabulary, not as syntax, not even as structure, but as a principle and a presence." -John Berger. Welcome Friends, Seekers, Artists, Seers, Howlers. Thursday, January 10, 2008. While talking to my mother I neaten things. Spines of books by the phone. In a china dish. Fragments of eraser that dot the desk. She speaks. Of death. I begin tilting all the paperclips in the other direction. The window snow is falling straight down in lines. To my mother,. She says, she.
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The Hour of Poetry: YOSANO AKIKO (1878-1942)
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The Hour of Poetry. Not as vocabulary, not as syntax, not even as structure, but as a principle and a presence." -John Berger. Welcome Friends, Seekers, Artists, Seers, Howlers. Thursday, January 10, 2008. Tangled in a thousand strands. Tangled my hair and. Tangled my tangled memories. Of our long nights of lovemaking. Press my breasts,. Part the veil of mystery,. A flower blooms there,. Not speaking of the way,. Not thinking of what comes after,. Not questioning name or fame,. Here, loving love,.
