For bells in monastery towers, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from An Elegy for Ernest Hemingway / by Thomas Merton (1915-1968)
Now for the first time on the night of your death
your name is mentioned in convents
For bells in monastery towers, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from An Elegy for Ernest Hemingway / by Thomas Merton (1915-1968)
Now for the first time on the night of your death
your name is mentioned in convents
For fleeting moments, which are all of them, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from A Leaf / by Bronislaw Maj, b. 1953, translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Hass
no one will distinguish it now
as it lies among other leaves, no one saw
what I did.
For sisters and for mine who makes the world luminous, from a woman who won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1996, and from A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry, edited by Czeslaw Milosz. A funny one in admiration and in awe of those not fully obsessed with the making of poems while equally in admiration of those who are.
from In Praise of My Sister / by Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012), translated from the Polish by Magnus J. Krynski and Robert A. Maguire
Under my sister’s roof I feel safe
For museums, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Disclaimers / by Richard Howard, b. 1929
Ensconced in the Upper Rotunda alongside a fossil musk-ox, the giant Tyrannosaurus
For the city I haunted for about 14 years, from Poem-A-Day today on Poets.org. My sister and her family still live there and head back home today; they retreat to the sea each night. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/jungle
from The Jungle / by Megan Fernandes
In midsummer, in Los Angeles,
the night is fractured
with mountains, grilling ink
into the blue thaw.
For fathers, from Poetry Foundation.
from In Dreams / by Kim Addonizio
He’s not in the crooked houses I wander through
or in the field by the highway
where I’m running
For speeding trains, from Falling into Velásquez, by Mary Kaiser.
from The Illusionist / by Mary Kaiser
brilliance like neon
spray paint blurting
through the window
of a speeding train
For travel, from Exit Island, by Terri Witek.
from I wake on an island / by Terri Witek
Here is what I was told on the ship:
1. Do your arguing on deck.
2. Thefts are rare.
3. Find out how a windlass works: some day you’ll have to get that anchor up or down.
For cabins and bears, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Destruction / by Joanne Kyger, b. 1934
He chomps up Norwegian crackers
stashed for the winter. And the bouillon, salt, pepper,
paprika, garlic, onions, potatoes.
For Wednesdays, from Poetry Foundation. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/241072
from Wednesday, August 02, 2006 / by Susan M. Schulz b. 1958
–Compare and contrast the acquisition of a language to its loss. Avoid the trap of merely saying that the latter happens in reverse order of the former. You are likely to do better if you see them as similar processes, though one leads to gain, the other loss.
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