Category Archives: Poem of the day

Unattainable Earth

I’d like to see lost objects — avalanches of gloves, coats, suitcases, umbrellas return again. The garage I took all summer to clean out become on opera of odd combs and safety pins. Some string I missed having that still … Continue reading

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Where It Sounds Like It’s Raining

It isn’t the body that’s a stranger, it’s someone else. We poke the same ugly mug at the world. When I scratch, he searches too. There are women who claim to have held him. A dog follows him about, that … Continue reading

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Miss Drake Proceeds To Supper

No novice in these elaborate rituals of knotted table and crooked chair, the new woman in the ward wears purple, steps carefully among her secret combination of eggshells, and white china wood doves, practicing her art. With bird-eye quickness, she … Continue reading

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Art Talk: The Poem of the Mind in the Act of Finding

In those poems that change me, I change the poem. Sometimes an artist does not know if he will make it to the end of a painting, or a poem. In order to find out, he must change it. What … Continue reading

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I Sit And Sew

I sit and sew — a useless task it seems, my hands grow tired, my head weighed down with dreams, the parodies of war, the many tired men, grim-faced, gazing upon their kin, whose eyes have not seen death. They’ve … Continue reading

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The Riddle of Emily Dickinson

              Almost nothing about Emily Dickinson is simple and clear-cut. There are no reasons why. And it is the delicate business of the biographer to explore it all. She herself would not answer any … Continue reading

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A Poet’s Grammar

Compression 1. Ordinary speech permits many sounds. 2. An entire sentence is used, and repeated. 3. All writing, whether we are reading a newspaper or reading a poem, is a series of repetitions. 4. Writers repeat the same thought pattern … Continue reading

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