Monthly Archives: August 2016

Poetry Journal August 31, 2016

Rise like lions after slumber In unvanquishable number — Shake your chains in earth like dew Which in sleep have fallen to you — You are many — they are few. Advertisements

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Moments of Being

Behind the cotton wool is a hidden pattern; that we — I mean all human beings — are connected with this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art. The … Continue reading

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The Lazy Music: On Reading Pope’s Homer

When Pope’s contemporaries praised him for his numbers, they were referring not to the fairly obvious metrical system of the heroic couplet but to the euphony he achieved within its constraints. I. In 1713, when he was only 25 years old, Alexander … Continue reading

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I watch you waiting for me to wake

The United Nations is listening via simultaneous translation to the poet Mandelstam, tier after tier of the Tower of Babel is fed by headsets. They hear with starry eyes the marbles rolling through the drawer. PowerBook delegates in every kind … Continue reading

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The Machine Shops

I don’t say he’s a great man, a salesman never makes a lot of money. His name is never in the paper. He’s not the finest character that ever lived. But he’s a human being, and a terrible thing is … Continue reading

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Return to Dennery, Rain

In this rain, I watch a city wreathed in a single sound — I watch the island narrowing the fine, Each weathered house, a lens through which I see. Five years ago, I still lived inside. The rain was a … Continue reading

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The Year 1812: Letters to the Immortal Beloved

July 6, in the morning My angel, my all, my very self — Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) — Not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely deter- mined upon — what a … Continue reading

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