Blogs Posts in Poem of the Day category; 292 blog posts

An Auto-da-f

I have nothing to recant, I am just the decanter. You, the just destroyer, have in faith become the role, recalling for those gathered the noble fallen with a prayer to his-grace-above-fire, ("Turn me, I'm burnt on that side" [...]

Posted On : Jul, 28 2009 | Comments : 0

The Spring Campaigns

Other men remember the false gardens of love, and the days they were in love or thought they were in love, and others the books they read as children, books that marked their lives forever, though they couldn't know in those days how t [...]

Posted On : Jul, 27 2009 | Comments : 0

Renewing the Ashen Scriptures

You brush leaves from a stranger sleeping beside your gate and welcome him to your estate, with its sunny fields and barns. He admires your bins of wing nuts, your fine linens and deep well. You show off your net strung between tre [...]

Posted On : Jul, 25 2009 | Comments : 0

What She Called the Blood Jet

The cabinet of love has only two doors, in and out. There are four rooms. In the first, screw top bottles and foil strips hold brilliantly coloured answers. The second holds something French to do with herbs and truffle. The thi [...]

Posted On : Jul, 24 2009 | Comments : 0

Nonfiction

I make my pancakes from scratch, mind you but the decorative arts in general leave me cold Consequently I know very little of the world. That's the way they greet me— that's the way they have always greeted me: a fire in [...]

Posted On : Jul, 23 2009 | Comments : 0

Do You Doha?

A river of milk flows gently down the Howard Street gutter Because it's a fine warm day in Sag Harbor And someone upstream is washing a car. I picture a Texan—Christian name Lamar— Who snips off the end of a Cuban cigar [...]

Posted On : Jul, 22 2009 | Comments : 0

The Time-Spirit

You've ruled over me too long, O god of the dark clouds, O god of time! Everything's too fearful and desolate around me, An [...]

Posted On : Jul, 21 2009 | Comments : 0

Ithaca

As you set out on the way to Ithaca hope that the road is a long one, filled with adventures, filled with discoveries. The Laestrygonians and the Cyclopes, Poseidon in his anger: do not fear them, you won't find such things on you [...]

Posted On : Jul, 14 2009 | Comments : 0

Babysitters

Your mother was as nubile as a dressmaker's dummy; your father polished his glasses and rubbed his crop. When the Babysitter arrived, with her turquoise belt and raw mouth, your father had never seen such a fine wrist, such a way with a [...]

Posted On : Jul, 11 2009 | Comments : 0

The Going

The cloth edge of certainty has shredded down to this: God and love are real, but very far away. If I go to Istanbul, will I return? That is not one of the permitted questions. When I go to Istanbul, how will I bear to return? [...]

Posted On : Jul, 10 2009 | Comments : 0

Note to self

Here: settled. This I am doing amends rend, wholes. Who finds that: the boat, the oars, can say to flood: I rise above. The best of? Don't know, but by word, am making of bad and good some third, a world of minded chance, of whorl [...]

Posted On : Jul, 08 2009 | Comments : 0

Lanling Hermitage

Up high to a cloister of rock walls I pushed aside clouds and climbed a fine hike was what I hoped for ignoring the dangers I reached my prize but as light on the escarpment faded and streams branched out [...]

Posted On : Jul, 07 2009 | Comments : 0

Unit of Measure

All can be measured by the standard of the capybara. Everyone is lesser than or greater than the capybara. Everything is taller or shorter than the capybara. Everything is mistaken for a Brazilian dance craze more or less frequently th [...]

Posted On : Jul, 06 2009 | Comments : 0

Sea-Change

Imagine this: saltwater scrubbing sand into my husband's skin, his fingers pale anemones, his hands turned coral [...]